Money Was The Manure Of Politics.

No Woman Really Wants A Man To Carry Her Off; She Only Wants Him To Want To Do It.

That's Maturity-when You Realize That You've Finally Arrived At A State Of Ignorance As Profound As Your Parents.

Nefret Had Always Had An Uncanny Ability To Read His Thoughts. 'did She Cry?' She Asked Sweetly. 'and Then You Kissed Her? You Shouldn't Have Done That. I'm Sure You Meant Well, But Kissing Someone Out Of Pity Is Always A Mistake.

Spring Is Always Cruel, With Its False Promise Of Resurrection.

Writing Is Like A Bird-watcher Watching For Birds: The Stories Are There: You Just Have To Train Yourself To Look For Them.