I Might Not Be A Good Socialist,

I Like Reading History, And Actually Most Authors Enjoy The Research Part Because It Is, After All, Easier Than Writing.

World War Ii Is The Greatest Drama In Human History, The Biggest War Ever And A True Battle Of Good And Evil. I Imagine Writers Will Continue To Get Stories From It, And Readers Will Continue To Love Them, For Many More Years.

James Bond Is Quite Serious About His Drinks And Clothing And Cigarettes And Food And All That Sort Of Thing. There Is Nothing Wry Or Amused About James Bond.

Ethel Said: "lloyd, There's Someone Here You May Remember-" Daisy Could Not Restrain Herself. She Ran To Lloyd And Threw Herself Into His Arms. She Hugged Him. She Looked Into His Green Eyes, Then Kissed His Brown Cheeks And His Broken Nose And Then His Mouth. "i Love You, Lloyd," She Sad Madly. "i Love You, I Love You, I Love You." "i Love You, Too, Daisy," He Said. Behind Her, Daisy Heard Ethel's Wry Voice. "you Do Remember, I See.

I Wanted To Be Some Kind Of Captain Of Industry. Then I Wanted To Be In Advertising, And Then I Wanted To Be A Newspaper Reporter.