Alex Like Groweth Up, Oh Yes.

The Adult Relation To Books Is One Of Absorbing Rather Than Being Absorbed.

To Be Left Alone Is The Most Precious Thing One Can Ask Of The Modern World.

Then, Brothers, It Came. Oh, Bliss, Bliss And Heaven. I Lay All Nagoy To The Ceiling, My Gulliver On My Rookers On The Pillow, Glazzies Closed, Rot Open In Bliss, Slooshying The Sluice Of Lovely Sounds. Oh, It Was Gorgeousness And Gorgeosity Made Flesh.

Blessed Tree And Blessed Birds, That Were To Be Neither Saved Nor Damned.

A Work Of Fiction Should Be, For Its Author, A Journey Into The Unknown, And The Prose Should Convey The Difficulties Of The Journey.