The First Draft Of Anything Is Sh*t.

I Mistrust All Frank And Simple People, Especially When Their Stories Hold Together

I Am Glad We Do Not Have To Try To Kill The Stars.

All Our Words From Loose Using Have Lost Their Edge.

As I Ate The Oysters With Their Strong Taste Of The Sea And Their Faint Metallic Taste That The Cold White Wine Washed Away, Leaving Only The Sea Taste And The Succulent Texture, And As I Drank Their Cold Liquid From Each Shell And Washed It Down With The Crisp Taste Of The Wine, I Lost The Empty Feeling And Began To Be Happy And To Make Plans.

A Man's Got To Take A Lot Of Punishment To Write A Really Funny Book.