I've Never Seen The Point Of The

Here I Sit, Alone At 60, Bald And Fat And Full Of Sin Cold The Seat, And Loud The Cistern As I Read The (harpic) (lysol) Tin

I Don't Talk Very Well. With Writing, You've Time To Get It Right. Also I've Found The More I Talk The Less I Write, And If I Didn't Write No One Would Want Me To Talk Anyway.

Memories Are Not Shackles, Franklin, They Are Garlands.

A Book Is A Device To Ignite The Imagination.

The Best Moments In Reading Are When You Come Across Something - A Thought, A Feeling, A Way Of Looking At Things - Which You Had Thought Special And Particular To You. And Now, Here It Is, Set Down By Someone Else, A Person You Have Never Met, Someone Even Who Is Long Dead. And It Is As If A Hand Has Come Out, And Taken Yours