You Can't Belay A Man Who's Falling

Little Boys Love Machines; Girls Adore Horses; Grown-up Men And Women Like To Walk.

In Order To Write A Book, It Is Necessary To Sit Down (or Stand Up) And Write. Therein Lies The Difficulty.

War? The One War I'd Be Happy To Join Is The War Against Officers.

By The Age Of Eighteen, A Human Has Acquired Enough Joy And Heartache To Provide The Food Of Reflection For A Century.

The World Of Employer And Employee, Like That Of Master And Slave, Debases Both.