In Order Really To Write

We Think We're Living In The Present, But We're Really Living In The Past.

Fictional Characters Are Made Of Words, Not Flesh; They Do Not Have Free Will, They Do Not Exercise Volition. They Are Easily Born, And As Easily Killed Off.

The First Thought That Occurred To Me, That Night When I Heard The Chairman Of The Jury Announce My Name, Was, Just Think How Many People Hate Me At This Moment. Naturally, I Wanted To Annoy Those People Even Further By Being Arrogant.

A Plot Begins When Somebody Has Something To Hide.

The Secret Of Survival Is A Defective Imagination.