I Simply Love Writing Good Stories, That's

Reluctance To Begin Is Quick To Befriend Procrastination. . . .

Quite Simply The Book And I Were Meant To Be Together.

I Probably Coughed Self-pityingly In Response, Little Aware That I Was About To Cross A Tremendous Threshold Beyond Which There Would Be No Return, That In My Hands I Held An Object Whose Simple Appearance Belied Its Profound Power. All True Readers Have A Book, A Moment, Like The One I Describe, And When Mum Offered Me That Much-read Library Copy Mine Was Upon Me.

While I Wasn't Certain How I Felt About Spiritualists, I Was Certain Enough About The Type Of People Who Were Drawn To Them. Only People Unhappy In The Present Seek To Know The Future.

Adults Weren’t Supposed To Understand Their Children And You Were Doing Something Wrong If They Did.