We Make Up Horrors To Help Us

There's One Novel, Cujo, That I Barely Remember Writing At All.

The Water Was Glassy And Calm, Still Candy-colored In The Afterglow Of Sunset.

Research Can Only Present Data About The Past. No One Seriously Believes That People's Answers To Hypothetical Questions About The Future Accurately Represent Their Future Behaviour; They Merely Represent A Current Attitude, Which May Or May Not Be Translated Into Future Behaviour.

Amateurs Sit And Wait For Inspiration, The Rest Of Us Just Get Up And Go To Work.

There Had Never Been A Shortage Of Fools In The World