Testimonials

"One of the thirty six or seven greatest writers alive today aged between thirty three and thirty four." "This book made me late for work again today." "I have read this book." "One of the six or seven must-reads that I have been forced to read this year." "Can you please buy some milk on your way home? Thanks." "Crying out for an editor. My number: 010-8288-1091. Regards, David." "I would very much like to kill the person who wrote this book." "No wonder you hide behind anonymity." "Is this your book? Oh. Sorry!" "Possibly the most gifted child in his kindergarten class. Only time will tell." "David is distracted too much by his peers." "You should loosen your belt." "I believe this to be the work of another author." "Everything that could be said has already been said, except this." "I dread the day this author learns to spell." "Please recycle." "Possibly an Aries. Definitely a rat."

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Adam Fieled said…
To which "Aquarius Dragon" says: "Who are these people?" "Why are they so flippant?" "Don't they understand that books and music are the currency of genius?" "And that only art endures?" "And that I don't mean Garfunkel?"
12/01/2005 09:42:00 am
David Prater said…
Yeah!

I think this one all on its own:

"And that I don't mean Garfunkel?"

would be a testimonial to die for!

Davey
12/01/2005 03:43:00 pm
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