Only One Novel Is A Novel: That

Life's Scientific, But We Don't Know, Do We? Not Certainly, I Mean.

What Could Be Safer Than The Bus Center With Its Lamps And Wheels?

The World, That Understandable And Lawful World, Was Slipping Away.

They Accepted The Pleasures Of Morning, The Bright Sun, The Whelming Sea And Sweet Air, As A Time When Play Was Good And Life So Full That Hope Was Not Necessary And Therefore Forgotten.

It Wasn't Until I Was 37 That I Grasped The Great Truth That You've Got To Write Your Own Books And Nobody Else's, And Then Everything Followed From There.