I Want Leisure To Read—an Immense Amount.

Receding From Grief, It Seems Necessary To Retrace The Same Steps That Brought Us There.

Art Isn't Meaningless... It Is In Itself. It Isn't In That It Tries To Make Life Less So.

My God,' He Gasped, 'you're Fun To Kiss.

Books Are Like Brothers. I Am An Only Child. Gatsby [is] My Imaginary Eldest Brother.

It's A Mining Town In Lotus Land.