And Lot's wife, of course, was told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human. So she was turned into a pillar of salt. So it goes.

Just in the nick of time they realized that it was their own habitat they were wrecking -- that they weren't merely visitors.

I couldn't help wondering if that was what God put me on Earth for--to find out how much a man could take without breaking.

What a fool I would have been to let self-respect interfere with my happiness!

A story has to be a good date, because the reader can stop at any time. Remember, readers are selfish and have no compulsion to be decent about anything.

And I apologize to all of you who are the same age as my grandchildren. And many of you reading this are the same age as my grandchildren. They, like you, are being royally shafted and lied to by our Baby Boomer corporations and government.

A society is only as healthy as its ideas are humane.