The Arms Race Is A Race Between

Each Life Is A Game Of Chess That Went To Hell On The Seventh Move(...)

Someone Watches Over Us When We Write. Mother. Teacher. Shakespeare. God.

I Think All Writers Have A Bit Of Genius In Them, And A Bit Of Talent. Genius Retreats But Talent Improves.

You See Tragedy Requires Persons Of Heroic Stature. It Works On The Principle Of People Being More Than Humansuper-humanand Also Being Only Too Human. But There Just Aren't Many Great Figures Around Now, So The Tragic Mechanisms Can't Work.

We All Have Names We Don't Know About.