To Play Trivial Pursuit With A Life

I've Never Seen The Point Of The Sea, Except Where It Meets The Land. The Shore Has A Point. The Sea Has None.

Art Comes Out Of Art; It Begins With Imitation, Often In The Form Of Parody, And It's In The Process Of Imitating The Voice Of Others That One Comes To Learn The Sound Of One's Own.

Life Is Rather Like A Tin Of Sardines - We're All Of Us Looking For The Key.

Books Are Not About Passing The Time. They're About Other Lives. Other Worlds.

Here I Sit, Alone At 60, Bald And Fat And Full Of Sin Cold The Seat, And Loud The Cistern As I Read The (harpic) (lysol) Tin