I Work Until Beer O'clock.

It's Up To Men To Build Things ... It's Up To God To Blow Them Down.

Wendy? Darling? Light, Of My Life. I'm Not Gonna Hurt Ya. I'm Just Going To Bash Your Brains In.

In Many Cases When A Reader Puts A Story Aside Because It 'got Boring,' The Boredom Arose Because The Writer Grew Enchanted With His Powers Of Description And Lost Sight Of His Priority, Which Is To Keep The Ball Rolling.

Don't Give Me What I Ask For, Give Me What I Need.

Once Again There Was The Desert, And That Only.