We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.
I really wonder what gives us the right to wreck this poor planet of ours.
I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.
This country is being managed to death, being public related to death.
During most of my freelancing, I made what I would have made in charge of the cafeteria at a pretty good junior-high school.
I hope to build a reputation as a science-fiction writer. That's the pitch. We'll see.