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I Regard Each Sentence As A Little Wheel... Now And Again I Try To Put A Really Big One Next To A Very Small One In Such A Way That The Big One, Turning Slowly, Will Make The Small One Spin So Fast That It Hums. Very Tricky, That.

The Bristol Channel Was Always My Guide, And I Was Always Able To Draw An Imaginary Line From My Bed To Our House Over In Wales. It Was A Great Comfort.

Pear Drops Were Exciting Because They Had A Dangerous Taste. All Of Us Were Warned Against Eating Them, And The Result Was That We Ate Them More Than Ever.

The Writer Walks Out Of His Workroom In A Daze. He Wants A Drink. He Needs It. It Happens To Be A Fact That Nearly Every Writer Of Fiction In The World Drinks More Whisky Than Is Good For Him. He Does It To Give Himself Faith Hope And Courage. A Person Is A Fool To Become A Writer. His Only Compensation Is Absolute Freedom. He Has No Master Except His Own Soul And That I Am Sure Is Why He Does It.

Well Not Exactly," The Father Said."nobody Could Do That. But It Didn't Take Me Long.