The Novel Avoids The Sublime And Seeks

The Absolute Has Moved Into The Fortress Of The Absurd.

I Did Not Know I Was In My Prime Until Afterwards.

Courage, Determination, And Hard Work Are All Very Nice, But Not So Nice As An Oil Well In The Back Yard.

Creativity Is Not A Substitute For Competence.

I Answered My Father's Demands For Sympathy With Silence.