It Took Me Ten Years And Seven

To Each Our Own Hamlet.

If You Even Think About Asking Harry Potter For An Autograph, Your Day Ends Right Now.

Reading, I Had Learned, Was As Creative A Process As Writing, Sometimes More So. When We Read Of The Dying Rays Of The Setting Sun Or The Boom And Swish Of The Incoming Tide, We Should Reserve As Much Praise For Ourselves As For The Author. After All, The Reader Is Doing All The Work - The Writer Might Have Died Long Ago.

Everything Comes To An End. A Good Bottle Of Wine, A Summer’s Day, A Long-running Sitcom, One’s Life, And Eventually Our Species. The Question For Many Of Us Is Not That Everything Will Come To An End But When. And Can We Do Anything Vaguely Useful Until It Does?

Mr. Pewter Led Them Through To A Library, Filled With Thousands Of Antiquarian Books. 'impressive, Eh?' 'very,' Said Jack. 'how Did You Amass All These?' 'well,' Said Pewter, 'you Know The Person Who Always Borrows Books And Never Gives Them Back?' 'yes...?' 'i'm That Person.