I Just Come Up With The Stories

People Were Always Sorry. Sorry They Had Done What They Had Done, Sorry They Were Doing What They Were Doing, Sorry They Were Going To Do What They Were Going To Do; But They Still Did Whatever It Is. The Sorrow Never Stopped Them; It Just Made Them Feel Better. And So The Sorrow Never Stopped.

The Bomb Lives Only As It Is Falling.

Most Mainstream Male Fiction Is Littered With Heroines, And Female Characters Are Basically So Great, You Want To Fall In Love With Them.

Perdition Awaits At The End Of A Road Constructed Entirely From Good Intentions, The Devil Emerges From The Details And Hell Abides In The Small Print.

Oh, They Never Lie. They Dissemble, Evade, Prevaricate, Confound, Confuse, Distract, Obscure, Subtly Misrepresent And Willfully Misunderstand With What Often Appears To Be A Positively Gleeful Relish And Are Generally Perfectly Capable Of Contriving To Give One An Utterly Unambiguous Impression Of Their Future Course Of Action While In Fact Intending To Do Exactly The Opposite, But They Never Lie. Perish The Thought.