Eschew All Those Beastly Adjectives.

The Writer Walks Out Of His Workroom In A Daze. He Wants A Drink. He Needs It. It Happens To Be A Fact That Nearly Every Writer Of Fiction In The World Drinks More Whisky Than Is Good For Him. He Does It To Give Himself Faith Hope And Courage. A Person Is A Fool To Become A Writer. His Only Compensation Is Absolute Freedom. He Has No Master Except His Own Soul And That I Am Sure Is Why He Does It.

A Person Who Has Good Thoughts Cannot Ever Be Ugly. You Can Have A Wonky Nose And A Crooked Mouth And A Double Chin And Stick-out Teeth, But If You Have Good Thoughts They Will Shine Out Of Your Face Like Sunbeams And You Will Always Look Lovely.

When I Was 2, We Moved Into An Imposing Country Mansion 8 Miles West Of Cardiff, Wales.

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

(television) Rots The Senses In The Head! It Kills Imagination Dead! It Clogs And Clutters Up The Mind! It Makes A Child So Dull And Blind He Can No Longer Understand A Fantasy, A Fairyland! His Brain Becomes As Soft As Cheese! His Powers Of Thinking Rust And Freeze! He Cannot Think -he Only Sees!