Kill Me!" And Then Newt's Eyes Cleared,

I Think Judy Blume, Stephen King, And Dean Koontz Are The Three Authors Responsible For My Being Where I Am Today. I Owe Them A Lot.

Be Unpredictable, Be Real, Be Interesting. Tell A Good Story.

Can’t Take A Chance That One Day, In One Spot, Somewhere, An Exit Might Appear. We Can’t Give Up. Ever.

Come On," Alec Said, Already Stomping Down The Ramp. "let's Find Us A Squirrel." He Swept The Weapon Back And Forth As He Walked, Looking For Any Interlopers. "or Better Yet, One Of The Crazies Who Might've Strayed Over Here. Too Bad These Things Have To Be Charged Or We Could Get Rid Of This Virus Problem In A Jiffy. Sweep These Old Neighborhoods Nice And Clean." Mark Joined Him On The Ground Below The Berg, Wary That Someone Might Be Watching From The Ruined Homes Surrounding Them Or From The Burnt Woods Beyond Those. "your Value Of Human Life Brings Tears To My Eyes," He Muttered.

I've Always Had High Ambitions And Aspirations.