I Dont Think A Really Good Pie

The First Zucchini I Ever Saw I Killed It With A Hoe.

I Don't Read Anything Anymore. I Don't Have The Eyesight. I Read My Own Copy, That's All. I Think I've Read Everything That's Worth Reading.

What I Love About The Currawongs Is The Way In Which They Appear From Nowhere And, For A Brief Period, Rule The Garden's Soundscape, Only To Disappear As Quickly As They Arrived.

I Dont Think A Really Good Pie Can Be Made Without A Dozen Or So Children Peeking Over Your Shoulder As You Stoop To Look In At It Every Little While.

Every Sky With Its Varied Tints And Every Feather Of Each Bird Were Coloured By Hand; And When It Is Considered That Nearly Two Hundred And Eighty Thousand Illustrations In The Present Work Have Been So Treated, It Will Most Likely Cause Some Astonishment To Those Who Give The Subject A Thought.