Life Is Tragic But It's Equally Comic.

It's Great People Still Care About Books, And It's Great You Can Still Fashion A Life From Literature.

Where I Went, No One Could Follow. Yet Someone Managed To Hold My Hand.

In My Books You Have To Concentrate, But I Work Hard To Make It That, When You Do, The Rewards Are Quite High.

The Past Beats Inside Me Like A Second Heart.

How Flat All Sounds Are At The Seaside, Flat And Yet Emphatic, Like The Sound Of Gunshots Heard At A Distance.