I never write a book unless I can't help it. Something has to bother me, like a mosquito, until I have to do something to relieve the itch.

Before you save anyone else, you have to save yourself. otherwise, you'rejust a bundle of tics, a stringed puppet manipulated by the chance and the insensible wind.

Little critters fried like fritters come out crunchy and divine.

[Puggles] "What population signs on willingly for slavery?" "You mean other than wives?" [Glinda]

...I dabble in causes and effects.

at least i'm talkng to myself. instead of giving myself the cold shoulder

He knew about being alone. The weather was always cold there.