Them As Counts Counts Moren Them As

After All, When You Come Right Down To It, How Many People Speak The Same Language Even When They Speak The Same Language?

And Now It Seems She's On My Wavelength. That's All I Need. My Mind Isn't Much Of A Comfort To Me But At Least I Thought It Was Private.

Time's Arrow, We Are Told, Is A One-way Thing. . . Memory's Arrow, Like The Needle Of A Compass Too Close To A Lodestone, Spins In All Directions.

I'll Never Retire. They'll Have To Take My Computer Out Of My Cold, Dead Hands. I'm Addicted To Writing. I Feel Physically Unwell If I'm Not Doing It.

I Have No Wisdom And Nothing Useful To Tell You - I Only Mentioned This Because It Came Into My Head.