One Can Reach The Gates

When I'm Writing Fiction I'm Thinking, God, This Is So Hard - I Have To Make All This Stuff Up! I Wish I Were Writing A Nonfiction Book Where All The Facts Are Laid Out And I Don't Have To Be So Much At Sea.

Where Are You From, Mr. Pendergast? Can't Quite Place The Accent.” “new Orleans.” “what A Coincidence! I Went There For Mardi Gras Once." “how Nice For You. I Myself Have Never Attended.” Ludwig Paused, The Smile Frozen On His Face, Wondering How To Steer The Conversation Onto A More Pertinent Topic.

One Can Reach The Gates Of Hell Just As Easily By Short Steps As By Large.

Hubris And Science Are Incompatible.

My Hobbies Are Mountain Biking, Horseback Riding And Packing, Canoeing And Kayaking, Hiking, Camping, Cooking, And Skiing.