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You Don't Organize Metaphors . . . You Explode Them.

I Don't Like The Kind Of Writer Who's Out To Change The World And Beat Up On People For Their Own Good. Stalin Did That And Hitler Did That, And To Hell With Them.

The Books Are To Remind Us What Asses And Fools We Are.

Joy Is The Grace We Say To God.

A Reason I Became A Writer Was To Escape The Hopelessness And Despair Of The Real World And Enter The World Of Hope I Could Create With My Imagination.