Great Murderers, Like Great Men In Other

I Thought I'd Go To A Bookstore And See What Moved Me.

I'm Very Perverse. If Someone Tells Me I Have To Read A Book, I'm Instantly Disinclined To Do So.

Leaves Hung In The Stillness Like Hands Of The Newly Dead.

Reading Is Such A Personal Thing To Me. I'd Much Rather Give Someone A Gift Certificate To A Bookstore, And Let That Person Choose His Or Her Own Books.

Beneath The Stars The Lake Lay Dark And Sombre," Stead Wrote, "but On Its Shores Gleamed And Glowed In Golden Radiance The Ivory City, Beautiful As A Poet's Dream, Silent As A City Of The Dead.