K Is For "kenghis Khan";

People Don't Die From The Old Diseases Any More. They Die From New Ones, But That's Progress, Isn't It? Isn't It?

Writing Is A Holy Chore.

A Man May Truly Live In His Dreams, His Noblest Dreams, But Only, Only If He Is Worthy Of Those Dreams.

The Passion For Revenge Should Never Blind You To The Pragmatics Of The Situation. There Are Some People Who Are So Blighted By Their Past, So Warped By Experience And The Pull Of That Silken Cord, That They Never Free Themselves Of The Shadows That Live In The Time Machine... And If There Is A Kind Thought Due Them, It May Be Found Contained In The Words Of The Late Gerald Kersh, Who Wrote:"... There Are Men Whom One Hates Until A Certain Moment When One Sees, Through A Chink In Their Armour, The Writhing Of Something Nailed Down And In Torment.

K Is For "kenghis Khan"; He Was A Very Nice Person. History Has No Record Of Him. There Is A Moral In That, Somewhere.