You Try To Give Away What You

For A While, I Thought I Was Going Mad. At Last, I Became Reconciled To My Despair. The Medications Helped, Too, I Thought, Sir.

But Have You Ever Overheard Two Women Discussing Men? Men Are Crude Liars, Comparing Their Drabs, But Women - I'd Rather Have [an] Anatomist Dissect Me Alive Than To Listen To The Things The Ladies Say About Us When They Think They Are Alone.

I Have A Catch-phrase To Describe My Plot-generation Technique -- 'what's The Worst Possible Thing I Can Do To These People?'

Your Father Calls You To His Court. You Need Not Pack. You Go Garbed In Glorious Raiment. He Waits Eagerly By His Palace Doors To Welcome You, And Has Prepared A Place At The High Table, By His Side, In The Company Of The Great-souled, Honored, And Best-beloved.

My Dinner Party,' Miles Grated. 'it's Just Breaking Up.' And Sinking. All Souls Feared Lost.