The Essence Of War Is

He Had To Keep Thinking Of Them Because If He Forgot Them And Did Not Think Of Them They Might Forget About Him. And He Had To Keep Hoping.

He Did Not Know How Long It Took, But Later He Looked Back On This Time Of Crying In The Corner Of The Dark Cave And Thought Of It As When He Learned The Most Important Rule Of Survival, Which Was That Feeling Sorry For Yourself Didn't Work. It Wasn't Just That It Was Wrong To Do, Or That It Was Considered Incorrect. It Was More Than That--it Didn't Work.

She Was Brilliant And Joyous And She Believed- Probably Correctly- That Libraries Contain The Answers To All Things, To Everything, And That If You Can't Find The Information You Seek In The Library, Then Such Information Probably Doesn't Exist In This Or Any Parallel Universe Now Or Ever To Be Known. She Was Thoughtful And Kind And She Always Believed The Best Of Everybody. She Was, Above All Else, A Master Librarian And She Knew Where To Find Any Book On Any Subject In The Shortest Possible Time. And She Was Wonderfully Unhinged.

Stories Are Like A River That Flows - You Dip A Bucket In It

Do What You Can As You Can. Trouble, Problems, Will Come No Matter What You Do , And You Must Respond As They Come.