Bad books on writing tell you to “WRITE WHAT YOU KNOW”, a solemn and totally false adage that is the reason there exist so many mediocre novels about English professors contemplating adultery.

Saul’s vitals were not human, but familiar:he never told me he was from another world:I never told him I was from his future.

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He’s asleep in the harbor, disguised as dog shit.

I was too old-fashioned male-chauv to allow that; we discussed for a minute and I wound up with the couch

A good sign that an army has been around too long is that it starts getting top-heavy with officers.

You can’t make a date in death’s dateless night.