He's Not A Killer. He Just Wins...

Science Fiction Is About What Could Be But Isn't; Fantasy Is About What Couldn't Be.

Someone's Sent A Loving Note In Lines Of Returning Geese And As The Moon Fills My Western Chamber As Petals Dance Over The Flowing Stream Again I Think Of You The Two Of Us Living A Sadness Apart A Hurt That Can't Be Removed Yet When My Gaze Comes Down My Heart Stays Up

That's The Problem With Winning Right From The Start, Thought Ender. You Lose Friends.

Two Sides Of The Same Coin, But Which Side Is Which?

Religion Makes Them Crazy. Not A Woman I Ever Met Wasn't Crazy With Religion.