I Stand On The Corner, Pretending I

The Thing About Delirium Is You Think It's Great, But It Actually Isn't.

He’d Developed A Strangely Tender Feeling Towards Such Words, As If They Were Children Abandoned In The Woods And It Was His Duty To Rescue Them.

Time Is Not A Line But A Dimension, Like The Dimensions Of Space.

There's Nothing Like A Shovel Full Of Dirt To Encourage Literacy.

My Parents Were Gardeners Themselves, And Perforce They Used Environmental Techniques Because It Was During The War, And You Didn't Have The New Sorts Of Chemicals.