Never Apologize. Never Explain.

I've Told You, Nobody Becomes An Artist Unless They Have To.

She Was Not Used To Being Cruel, But He Had Taught Her How.

My Father Was An Engineer - He Wasn't Literary, Not A Writer Or A Journalist, But He Was One Of The World's Great Readers. Every Two Weeks, He'd Take Me To Our Local Branch Library And Pull Books Off The Shelf For Me, Stacking Them Up In My Arms - 'have You Read This? And This? And This?"

The Cake Had A Trick Candle That Wouldn't Go Out, So I Didn't Get My Wish. Which Was Just That It Would Always Be Like This, That My Life Could Be A Party Just For Me.

Memory Is The Fourth Dimension To Any Landscape.