The Only Thing We Can't Buy More

Out Of Sight Above The House, The Mirror Moon Reflected The Sun Of A Day Not Yet Dawned, Shining The Pale Light Of Tomorrow On The Yard And On The Paper Birches.

I Have Learned A Great Deal From Novels. Some Of It Is Even True.

I Don't Find Slashing And Blood Flying Everywhere To Be Scary. I Just Find It Repulsive.

Only The Human Spirit Can Act With Volition And Consciously Change Itself; It Is The Only Thing In All Creation That Is Not Entirely At The Mercy Of Forces Outside Itself.

Literary Fiction, As A Strict Genre, Is All But Dead. Meanwhile, Most Genres Flourish.