And what is death, if not a face at peace - its artistic perfection.

Some people—and I am one of them—hate happy ends. We feel cheated. Harm is the norm. Doom should not jam. The avalanche stopping in its tracks a few feet above the cowering village behaves not only unnaturally but unethically.

There are aphorisms that, like airplanes, stay up only while they are in motion.

Don't touch me; I'll die if you touch me.

Thus, in pornographic novels, action has to be limited to the copulation of clichés.

As to the rest, I am no more guilty of imitating 'real life' than'real life' is responsible for plagiarizing me.

My little cup brims with tiddles.