Men Would Eat Horse Droppings, If Ye

He Was Dead. However, His Nose Throbbed Painfully, Which He Thought Odd In The Circumstances.

I Work Late At Night. I'm Awake And Nobody Bothers Me. It's Quiet And Things Come And Talk To Me In The Silence.

I Don't Plot The Books Out Ahead Of Time, I Don't Plan Them. I Don't Begin At The Beginning And End At The End. I Don't Work With An Outline And I Don't Work In A Straight Line.

Gentle He Would Be, Denied He Would Not.

What Underlies Great Science Is What Underlies Great Art, Whether It Is Visual Or Written, And That Is The Ability To Distinguish Patterns Out Of Chaos.