Gracious Dying Is A Huge, Macabre And

The Whole Point Of Muck-raking, Apart From All The Jokes, Is To Try To Do Something About What You've Been Writing About. You May Not Be Able To Change The World But At Least You Can Embarrass The Guilty.

Growing Up In The English Countryside Seemed An Interminable Process. Freezing Winter Gave Way To Frosty Spring, Which In Turn Merged Into Chilly Summer-but Nothing Ever, Ever Happened.

I Have Nothing Against Undertakers Personally. It's Just That I Wouldn't Want One To Bury My Sister.

A Thirteen-year-old Is A Kaleidoscope Of Different Personalities, If Not In Most Ways A Mere Figment Of Her Own Imagination. At That Age, What And Who You Are Depends Largely On What Book You Happen To Be Reading At The Moment.

Knowing Few Children Of My Age With Whom To Compare Notes, I Envied The Children Of Literature To Whom Interesting Things Were Always Happening.