Eschew All Those Beastly Adjectives.

Though My Father Was Norwegian, He Always Wrote His Diaries In Perfect English.

The Life Of A Writer Is Absolute Hell Compared To The Life Of A Businessman.

He Turned And Reached Behind Him For The Chocolate Bar, Then He Turned Back Again And Handed It To Charlie. Charlie Grabbed It And Quickly Tore Off The Wrapper And Took An Enormous Bite. Then He Took Another…and Another…and Oh, The Joy Of Being Able To Cram Large Pieces Of Something Sweet And Solid Into One's Mouth! The Sheer Blissful Joy Of Being Able To Fill One's Mouth With Rich Solid Food! 'you Look Like You Wanted That One, Sonny,' The Shopkeeper Said Pleasantly. Charlie Nodded, His Mouth Bulging With Chocolate.

Oh Where, Oh Where Had Snow White Gone? She'd Found It Easy, Being Pretty To Hitch A Ride Into The City.

Now That I Am Alone, I Don't Have To Hide It; I Don't Have To Hide Anything Any Longer. I Can Let My Face Go Because No One Can See Me; Because There's Twenty-one Thousand Feet Between Me And Them... No, I Don't Have To Press My Teeth Together Or Tighten The Muscles Of My Jaw.