Modesty Is Only Arrogance By Stealth.

It Was Like Being In A Jane Austen Novel, But One With Far Less Clothing.

What I've Always Said Was, Hang In There, Let Me Write What I Want To Write, And You'll Probably Like It.

They Looked At One Another In Incomprehension, Two Minds Driving Opposite Ways Up A Narrow Street And Waiting For The Other Man To Reverse First.

I Know That I Am A Small, Weak Man, But I Have Amassed A Large Library; I Dream Of Dangerous Places.

You Couldn't Say 'i Had Orders.' You Couldn't Say 'it's Not Fair.' No One Was Listening. There Were No Words. You Owned Yourself. [...] Not 'thou Shalt Not'. Say 'i Will Not'.