Whenever I Finish A Book, I Start

There's Something So Relentless And Foul About Hitler And His People, And The Way Things Progressed From Year To Year. It Just Got To Me In The Strangest Way.

Reading Mission To Paris Is Like Sipping A Fine Chateau Margaux: Sublime!

I Thought I'd Go To A Bookstore And See What Moved Me.

. . . Why Some Men Choose To Fill Their Brief Allotment Of Time Engaging The Impossible, Others In The Manufacture Of Sorrow.

The Intermittent Depression That Had Shadowed Him Throughout His Adult Life Was About To Envelop Him Once Again.