Somehow, As A Writer, You Tend To

You Can't Just Say There Is A God Because The World Is Beautiful. You Have To Account For Bone Cancer In Children

I Get An Urge, Like A Pregnant Elephant, To Go Away And Give Birth To A Book.

I Have To Mime At Parties When Everyone Sings Happy Birthday... Mime Or Mumble And Rumble And Growl And Grunt So Deep That Only Moles, Manta Rays And Mushrooms Can Hear Me.

I'm Fat Because I'm Greedy, And If My Mind Is Fat It's Because I'm Curious.

There Is No Right Language Or Wrong Language Any More Than There Are Right Or Wrong Clothes.