A Story ... Has A Sturdy Sense

I Used To Feel For Years And Years And Years That I Was Very Remiss Not To Have Written A Novel And I Would Question People Who Wrote Novels And Try To Find Out How They Did It And How They Had Got Past Page 30. Then, With The Approach Of Old Age, I Began To Just Think: “well, Lucky I Can Do Anything At All.

What She Wants To Do If She Can Get The Time To Do It, Is Not So Much To Live In The Past As To Open It Up And Get One Good Look At It".

My Head Was A Magpie's Nest Lined With Such Bright Scraps Of Information.

The Constant Happiness Is Curiosity.

Love Removes The World For You, And Just As Surely When It's Going Well As When It's Going Badly.