I think that most of us [writers] would rather have an audience than countless riches. If we wanted to be rich, we'd be doing smething else.

He missed that, too, and it hadn't even happened.

So we gave up. I'd finally had enough of chasing after a ghost who did not want to be seen. We'd failed, maybe, but some mysteries aren't meant to be solved.

I spy with my little eye a great story.

Such is life. We grow up. Planets like Tiny get new moons. Moons like me get new planets.

Coal miners don't get coal miners' block.

They couldn't bear the idea of death being a big black nothing.