In The World Of Words The Imagination

I've Spent A Lot Of My Life Among People Brighter Than Myself.

Consider The True Picture. Think Of Myriads Of Tiny Bubbles, Very Sparsely Scattered, Rising Through A Vast Black Sea. We Rule Some Of The Bubbles. Of The Waters We Know Nothing.

Fear Is The Brother Of Hate.

My Problem With New Writers Is That It Takes Me Five Or Six Years To Memorise The Right Names.

If One Must Explain A Magic Trick, One Should Do So After The Show Is Over.