Love Didn't Grow Very Well In A

Come To A Book As You Would Come To An Unexplored Land. Come Without A Map. Explore It, And Draw Your Own Map.... A Book Is Like A Pump. It Gives Nothing Unless First You Give To It.

I Felt Lonely And Content At The Same Time. I Believe That Is A Rare Kind Of Happiness.

People Can Be Stunningly Unobservant.

Writers Write. That's All It Is. It Is As Simple, And As Complex, As That.

Men! She Could Not Understand Why So Many Women Feared Them. Hadn't The Gods Made Them With The Most Vurnerable Part Of Their Guts Hanging Right Out Of Their Bodies, Like A Misplaced Bit Of Bowel? Kick Them There And They Curled Up Like Snails. Caress Them There And Their Brains Melted.