Don't Correct Me, You Don't

When I'm Engaged In A Story My Health Is Not A Big Deal, But When I'm Not Doing Anything, If You Sit Me Down, I Can Get Tied Up In My Own Medical Dramas. So I Much Prefer To Work.

I'm Useless When I Meet Writers I Love - I Go Slack-jawed And Stupid With Awe.

I Tell Allah I Love Him Immensely, Immensely. But I Tell Him I Cannot Be Better, Because Of How The World Is.

One Chronicler Writes Of An Area Of India During The End Of The 20th Century: Almost No-one In This Slum Was Poor By Indian Benchmarks. ... True, A Few Residents Trapped Rats And Frogs And Fried Them For Dinner. A Few Ate The Scrub Grass At The Sewage Lake Edge. And These Individuals, Miserable Souls, Thereby Made An Inestimable Contribution To Their Neighbors. They Gave Those Slum Dwellers Who Didn't Fry Rats And Eat Weeds A Sense Of Their Upward Mobility.

There's Some Way In Which We Would Prefer Not To See Very Clearly The Immense Gifts And Intelligence Of Some Of The People Who Live In Our Most Abject Conditions. Maybe There Are Some Things At Work In Deciding Who Gets To Be Society's Winners And Who Gets To Be Society's Losers That Don't Have To Do With Merit.