The Older The Violin, The Sweeter The

I Hate Rude Behavior In A Man,' He Explained In His Quiet, Unassuming Drawl. 'i Won't Tolerate It.' He Politely Tipped His Hat, And Rode Away.

I Don't See How Being Married Could Be Any Worse Than Listening To You Talk For Twenty Years, But That Still Ain't Much Of A Recommendation For It.

You Expect Far Too Much Of A First Sentence. Think Of It As Analagous To A Good Country Breakfast: What We Want Is Something Simple, But Nourishing To The Imagination. Hold The Philosophy, Hold The Adjectives, Just Give Us A Plain Subject And Verb And Perhaps A Wholesome, Nonfattening Adverb Or Two.

The Tradition I Was Born Into Was Essentially Nomadic, A Herdsmen Tradition, Following Animals Across The Earth. The Bookshops Are A Form Of Ranching; Instead Of Herding Cattle, I Herd Books. Writing Is A Form Of Herding, Too; I Herd Words Into Little Paragraph-like Clusters.

It's Really Quite Simple. Mr. Isinglass Robbed My Father, Destroyed My Mother, Exiled My Brothers, And Ruined Me. If I Catch Him Asleep I'll Kill Him. I Do Hope You Like This Pudding. I Had To Ride Quite A Way To Find The Plums.