Empathize With Stupidity And You're Halfway To

Any Such Inklings Were Like A Few Scattered Grains Of Truth Dissolved In An Ocean Of Nonsense, And Were Anyway Generally Inextricably Bound Up With Patently Paranoid Ravings Which Served Only To Devalue The Small Amounts Of Sense And Pertinence With Which They Were Associated.

I'm An Only Child So Am Happy With My Own Company And I Don't Really Get Lonely.

He Knew All The Answers. Everybody Did. Everybody Knew Everything And Everybody Knew All The Answers. It Was Just That The Enemy Seemed To Know Better Ones.

You're A Wicked Man." "thank You. It's Taken Years Of Diligent Practice.

I Still Have Some Of My Old University Essays, And I Do Still Have My Drawing Book From Primary Year Seven.