No One Inspired Me To Write, But

Nobody Gets Beyond A Petroleum Economy. Not While There's Petroleum There.

Merely To Live Without A Pain Is Little Gladness, Little Gain, Ah, Welcome Joy Tho' Mixt With Grief-- The Thorn-set Flower That Crowns The Leaf.

It's One Of The Strangest Attributes Of This Profession That When We Writers Get Exhausted Writing One Thing, We Relax By Writing Another.

I Loved You Backward And Forward In Time. I Loved You Beyond Boundaries Of Time And Space.

As For The Depiction Of The Catholic Church, It's Not Meant To Be A Prediction