It Was One Of Those Perfect English

Early This Morning, 1 January 2021, Three Minutes After Midnight, The Last Human Being To Be Born On Earth Was Killed In A Pub Brawl In A Suburb Of Buenos Aires, Aged Twenty-five Years, Two Months And Twelve Days.

We Can Experience Nothing But The Present Moment, Live In No Other Second Of Time, And To Understand This Is As Close As We Can Get To Eternal Life.

It Shows Considerable Wisdom To Know What You Want In Life And Then To Direct All Your Energies Towards Getting It.

I Don't Think Writers Choose The Genre, The Genre Chooses Us. I Wrote Out Of The Wish To Create Order Out Of Disorder, The Liking Of A Pattern.

Gossip ... Was Like Any Other Commodity In The Marketplace. You Received It Only If You Had Something Of Value To Give.