Death Comes Along Like A Gas Bill

The Trouble Began With Forster. After Him It Was Considered Ungentlemanly To Write More Than Five Or Six Novels.

Each Man Kills The Thing He Loves.

I Was Always On My Oddy Knocky.

All Human Life Is Here, But The Holy Ghost Seems To Be Somewhere Else.

What Critics Often Ask For Is The Impossible, Though This May Be A Salutary Means Of Extending The Borders Of Art.