My Mother Raised Me To Be A

A Library Could Show You Everything If You Knew Where To Look.

The English Language On Her Tongue Became A Smoke-screen, Without Her Eyes Changing Expression In The Least.

But Even Her Demons She Invested With Inordinate Beauty, Consecrated Them With The Dignity Of Her Attention.

The World Of Literature Has Everything In It, And It Refuses To Leave

... Silence (can) Be The Most Eloquent Form Of Lying.