What A Plague Love Is!

Sometimes, When You’re Sad You Don’t Know What To Do, It Helps To Be Angry. But Then The Tears Come Back Again All The Same, And You Fall Asleep With The Salty Taste Of Them On Your Lips.

Reality Is A Fragile Thing.

Isn't It Odd How Much Fatter A Book Gets When You've Read It Several Times?

What Are Stories For If We Don't Learn From Them?

All Books Are In Safe Hands With Me. They're My Children, My Inky Children, And I Look After Them Well. I Keep The Sunlight Away From Their Pages, I Dust And Protect Them From Hungry Hookworms And Grubby Human Fingers.