Nobody Who Says, ‘i Told You So’

He Had Grown Up In A Country Run By Politicians Who Sent The Pilots To Man The Bombers To Kill The Babies To Make The World Safer For Children To Grow Up In.

There Is A Limited Number Of Plots. There Is No Limit To The Number Of Stories.

The Machine Conceals The Machinations.

Writing Makes No Noise, Except Groans, And It Can Be Done Everywhere, And It Is Done Alone.

To Be Oneself Is A Rare Thing, And A Great One.