There Is No Place I Know That

Do You Know What Breakfast Cereal Is Made Of? It's Made Of All Those Little Curly Wooden Shavings You Find In Pencil Sharpeners!

...there Are No Secrets Unless You Keep Them To Yourself, And This Was The Greatest Secret I Had Ever Had To Keep In My Life So Far.

My Darling," She Said At Last, Are You Sure You Don't Mind Being A Mouse For The Rest Of Your Life?" "i Don't Mind At All" I Said. It Doesn't Matter Who You Are Or What You Look Like As Long As Somebody Loves You.

A Life Is Made Up Of A Great Number Of Small Incidents, And A Small Number Of Great Ones.

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.