Now that I have you thoroughly confused, let me pause to hear your own dismayed cry.

There is no future for e-books, because they are not books. E-books smell like burned fuel.

Write a thousand words a day and in three years you'll be a writer!

Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were headed for shore.

We must all be alike. Not everyone born free and equal, as the Constitution says, but everyone made equal. Each man the image of every other; then all are happy, for there are no mountains to make them cower, to judge themselves against.

And besides, I like to cry. After I cry hard it's like it's morning again and I'm starting the day over.

Thinking little at all about nothing in particular.