When you're all alone out there, on the end of the typewriter, with each new story a new appraisal by the world of whether you can still get it up or not, arrogance and self-esteem and deep breathing are all you have. It often looks like egomania. I assure you it's the bold coverup of the absolutely terrified.

Everyone is entitled to an *informed* opinion.

I don't mind you thinking I'm stupid, but don't talk to me like I'm stupid.

If you let the image of the messenger get in the way of whatever message there may be, however large or small, that's your problem, not his.

Anyone who can not write should.

Time is like a river flowing endlessly through the universe. And if you poled your flatboat in that river you might fight your way against the current and travel upstream into the past. Or go with the flow and rush into the future. This was in a less cynical time before toxic waste dumping and pollution filled the waterway of Chronus with the detritus of empty hours wasted minutes years of repetition and time that has been killed.

K is for "Kenghis Khan"; He was a very nice person. History has no record of him. There is a moral in that, somewhere.