Honestly, If You're Given The Choice Between

All Writers Have This Vague Hope That The Elves Will Come In The Night And Finish Any Stories.

You're Sick. Sick And Evil And Weird.

It Is Sometimes A Mistake To Climb. It Is Always A Mistake To Never Make The Attempt.

The Cat Looked As If It Were About To Say Something Sarcastic. Then It Flicked Its Whiskers And Said, "challenge Her. There's No Guarantee She'll Play Fair, But Her Kind Of Thing Loves Games And Challenges.

The Imagination Is A Muscle. If It Is Not Exercised, It Atrophies.