It's A Library, Only The Stupid Or

I Am, As I Have Always Been, Of The Opinion That While The Niceties Of Normal Moral Constraints Should Be Our Guides, They Must Not Be Our Masters.

Mr Blawke Always Reminded Me Of A Heron; I'm Not Sure Why. Something To Do With A Sense Of Rapacious Stillness, Perhaps, And Also The Aura Of One Who Knows Time Is On His Side.

Most People Are Not Prepared To Have Their Minds Changed, And I Think They Know In Their Hearts That Other People Are Just The Same, And One Of The Reasons People Become Angry When They Argue Is That They Realize Just That, As They Trot Out Their Excuses.

I Just Come Up With The Stories And Write Them As Well As I Can. There's Not Really A Great Deal Of Strokey-beard Thinking Going On.

What Is All Your Studying Worth, All Your Learning, All Your Knowledge, If It Doesn't Lead To Wisdom? And What's Wisdom But Knowing What Is Right, And What Is The Right Thing To Do?