So What? All Writers Are Lunatics!

Let's Run Away To Venice, And Hide Out In An Old Movie Theater. We Can Dye Our Hair Blonde, So No One Will Ever Find Us!

Perhaps Because This Time Not Fear But Love Made Him Read.

I Don't Like To Eat The Same Dish Every Day, So I Read Very Different Things.

You Know What They Say: When People Start Burning Books They'll Soon Burn Human Beings.

Who Are You?' Mo Looked At The White Women. Then He Looked At Dustfinger's Still Face. Guess.' The Bird Ruffled Up Its Golden Feathers, And Mo Saw That The Mark On Its Breast Was Blood. You Are Death.' Mo Felt The Word Heavy On His Tongue. Could Any Word Be Heavier?