Terry Pratchett's Right Up My Alley ...

Here's A Secret: Fictive Text Doesn't Necessarily Flow Easily. Most Of The Time It's More Like Cutting A Highway Through A Mountain. You Just Have To Keep Working With Your Pick, Chipping Away At The Rock, Making Slow Progress.

We Are All Creatures Of Our Ancestry! There Is No Right And Wrong, Objectively.

Every Person Professes To Love Good And Hate Evil, But In His Actions His Real Preferences Emerges.

I Don't Want Ever To Be Guilty Of What My Critics Claim: Doing Formula Without Original Elements.

Bink Knew The Dolphin Only From Old Pictures; It Was A Kind Of Magic Fish That Breathed Air Instead Of Water.