No Book Ever Ends, When It's Full

Nobody Gets A Nervous Breakdown Or A Heart Attack From Selling Kerosene To Gentle Country Folk From The Back Of A Tanker In Somerset.

Those Who Don't Believe In Magic Will Never Find It.

Whipped Cream Isn't Whipped Cream At All If It Hasnt Been Whipped With Whips, Just Like Poached Eggs Isn't Poached Eggs Unless It's Been Stolen In The Dead Of The Night.

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

The Life Of A Writer Is Absolute Hell Compared To The Life Of A Businessman.