I don't own a computer, or a modem, or anything like that; I still work on a manual typewriter, by choice, and to those who consider me a Luddite I say: Fuck you and yo mama. I operate at the level of technology that best suits my needs. And I type at 120 words per minute - two fingers - I make no mistakes, and my manuscripts are real. You can pick them up and hold them. My typewriter doesn't dump its memory - I don't lose a book.

Did you have one of those days today, like a nail in the foot? Did the pterodactyl corpse dropped by the ghost of your mother from the spectral Hindenburg fore…

That's [a] good question. More than likely it will never be answered to your complete satisfaction. But then, how many questions ever are?

Like the wind crying endlessly through the universe, Time carries away the names and the deeds of conquerors and commoners alike. And all that we are, all that…