Magic--that's Just A Label, You

Sure God Created Man Before Woman, But Then Again You Always Make A Rough Draft Before Creating The Final Masterpiece.

I Always Carry A Pistol When I Go [to The New York Public Library]. Never Did Trust Those Stone Lions.

So I Had This Problem -- Work Or Starve. So I Thought I'd Combine The Two And Decided To Become A Writer.

Mothers Sometimes Are Overly Possessive, But Not All Children Allow Themselves To Be Possessed.

Henderson Sighed. There Was A Time, He Reflected, When The Coming Of This Night Meant Something. A Dark Europe, Groaning In Superstitious Fear, Dedicated This Eve To The Grinning Unknown. A Million Doors Had Once Been Barred Against The Evil Visitants, A Million Prayers Mumbled, A Million Candles Lit. There Was Something Majestic About The Idea, Henderson Reflected.