This was life! Ah, how he loved it! Civilization held nothing like this in its narrow and circumscribed sphere, hemmed in by restrictions and conventionalities. Even clothes were a hindrance and a nuisance. At last he was free. He had not realized what a prisoner he had been.
Edgar Rice BurroughsIf you write one story, it may be bad; if you write a hundred, you have the odds in your favor.
Edgar Rice Burroughs