Writing Is Like A Little

What If I Fall?', Tim Cried. Maerlyn Laughed. 'sooner Or Later, We All Do.

First Comes Smiles, Then Lies. Last Is Gunfire.-roland Deschain, Of Gilead

We Are Going To Fight. We Are Going To Be Hurt. And In The End, We Will Stand.

Who Gets To Be Best-liked In Any Community? Who Is The Most Trusted? Why, The Man Who Does The Dirty Job, Of Course, And Does It With A Smile. The Man Who Does The Job You Couldn't Bring Yourself To Do.

Men! She Could Not Understand Why So Many Women Feared Them. Hadn't The Gods Made Them With The Most Vurnerable Part Of Their Guts Hanging Right Out Of Their Bodies, Like A Misplaced Bit Of Bowel? Kick Them There And They Curled Up Like Snails. Caress Them There And Their Brains Melted.