Our Knowledge Is A Little Island In

The Waste Basket Is The Writer's Best Friend.

We Must Believe In Free Will - We Have No Choice.

While Facts Never Become Obsolete Or Stale, Commentaries Always Do.

In Our Time, When The Literature For Adults Is Deteriorating, Good Books For Children Are The Only Hope, The Only Refuge.

In The Half Darkness I Winked To My Other Self, My Mad Dictator, And Congratulated Him On His Droll Victory. I Closed My Eyes And Felt The Warmth Flowing From Shosha's Head To My Face. What Did I Have To Lose? Nothing More Than What Everyone Loses Anyway.