The Danger Would Be Going Back, Or

I Don't Know If I've Ever Derived Such An Immediate Sense Of Calm And Well-being From Any Book As I Did From 'right Ho, Jeeves.' It Was Like I Was Pac-man And The Book Was A Power-up.

The Danger Would Be Going Back, Or Staying Still. The Only Way Out Was Through. The Past Was Ruins, But The Present Was Still In Play.

I Came From An Anxious, Overly Intense East Coast Academic Family. That Was The Way Of Our Tribe.

She Tortured Everybody Around Her, But Only Because She Was More Tortured Than Anyone.

It Didn’t Matter Where You Were, If You Were In A Room Full Of Books You Were At Least Halfway Home.