I'd never been published when I was young.

I categorically declare first my absolute innocence, second my lack of criminal intent, and third my effusive apologies.

An inch of foreknowledge is worth ten miles of after-thought.

Freedom, privileges, options, must constantly be exercised, even at the risk of inconvenience.

I become drunk as circumstances dictate.

Then there was Clark Ashton Smith, who wrote for Weird Tales and who had a wild imagination. He wasn't a very talented writer, but his imagination was wonderful.

But I'm so slow on it because I find it terribly hard writing blind on computers. The computer speaks to me, but it's just so slow, I'm so terribly slow using it.