People Who Read My Books Have An

Death Doesn't Care About Personalities - He's More Interested In Meeting Quotas.

If The Real World Were A Book, It Would Never Find A Publisher. Overlong, Detailed To The Point Of Distraction-and Ultimately, Without A Major Resolution.

Everything Comes To An End. A Good Bottle Of Wine, A Summer’s Day, A Long-running Sitcom, One’s Life, And Eventually Our Species. The Question For Many Of Us Is Not That Everything Will Come To An End But When. And Can We Do Anything Vaguely Useful Until It Does?

I Was On Hpd--heathcliff Protection Duty--in Wuthering Heights For Two Years, And Believe Me, The Procaths Tried Everything. I Personally Saved Him From Assassination Eight Times.

What’s The Opposite Of Déjà Vu, When You See Something That Hasn’t Happened Yet?” “i Don’t Know—avant Verrais?