Golf is a mental disorder.
I got this story from someone who had no business in the telling of it.
Am I alive and a reality, or am I but a dream?
In one respect at least the Martians are a happy people, they have no lawyers.
I have been successful probably because I have always realized that I knew nothing about writing and have merely tried to tell an interesting story entertainingly.
So strong is the power of superstition that even though we know that we have been reverencing a sham, yet still we hesitate to admit the validity of our new-found convictions.