A Dance To The Music Of Time.

Parents. . . Are Sometimes A Bit Of A Disappointment To Their Children. They Don't Fulfil The Promise Of Their Early Years.

He Gave Me A Look Of Great Contempt; As I Supposed, For Venturing, Even By Implication, To Draw A Parallel Between A Lack Of Affluence That Might, Literally, Affect My Purchase Of Rare Vintages, And A Figure Of Speech Intended Delicately To Convey His Own Dire Want For The Bare Necessities Of Life. He Remained Silent For Several Seconds, As If Trying To Make Up His Mind Whether He Could Ever Bring Himself To Speak To Me Again; And Then Said Gruffly: 'i've Got To Go Now.'

There Is, After All, No Pleasure Like That Given By A Woman Who Really Wants To See You.

It Is Not What Happens To People That Is Significant, But What They Think Happens To Them.

Writing Is A Combination Of Intangible Creative Fantasy And Appallingly Hard Work.