One Reason I Don't Suffer

For Our Stories Are Not Yet Finished, And Perhaps Will Never Be.

Bink Knew The Dolphin Only From Old Pictures; It Was A Kind Of Magic Fish That Breathed Air Instead Of Water.

Every Person Professes To Love Good And Hate Evil, But In His Actions His Real Preferences Emerges.

All Things Make Sense; You Just Have To Fathom How They Make Sense.

Here's A Secret: Fictive Text Doesn't Necessarily Flow Easily. Most Of The Time It's More Like Cutting A Highway Through A Mountain. You Just Have To Keep Working With Your Pick, Chipping Away At The Rock, Making Slow Progress.