Telling Some Stories, Miss Leroy Says, Is

In The Big Factory Of Perfecting Human Souls, The Earth Was Kind Of Tumbler. The Sale As The Kind People Use To Polish Rocks. All Souls Come Here To Rub The Sharp Edges Off Each Other. This Isn't Suffering. It's Erosion.

There's An Old Saying: 'no Piece Of Writing Is Ever Finished, It's Just Abandoned.' But My Own Rule Is: No Piece Of Work Is Done Until You Want To Kill Everyone Involved In The Publishing Process, Especially Yourself.

The Things You Used To Own, Now They Own You.

All God Does Is Watch Us And Kill Us When We Get Boring. We Must Never, Ever Be Boring.

The World Can Be A Lot Bet­ter Than We Set­tle For. All You Have To Do Is Ask.