I Think It Is Vanity To Want

Come Sleep With Me: We Won't Make Love,love Will Make Us.

The Modern Story Begun, One Might Say, With Edgar Allan Poe, Which Proceeds Inexorably, Like A Machine Destined To Accomplish Its Mission With The Maximum Economy Of Means.

I Sometimes Longed For Someone Who, Like Me, Had Not Adjusted Perfectly With His Age, And Such A Person Was Hard To Find; But I Soon Discovered Cats, In Which I Could Imagine A Condition Like Mine, And Books, Where I Found It Quite Often.

Literature Is ... A Game, But It's A Game One Can Put One's Life Into.

The Novel Wins By Points, The Short Story By Knockout.