I've Yet To Meet Somebody Who Said,

And She Did Not Miss His Presence So Much As His Voice On The Phone. Even Being Lied To Constantly, Though Hardly Like Love, Was Sustained Attention; He Must Care About Her To Fabricate So Elaborately And Over Such A Long Stretch Of Time. His Deceit Was A Form Of Tribute To The Importance Of Their Marriage.

Novels Without Female Characters Were A Lifeless Desert.

Scientists Do Stand On The Shoulders Of Giants, Just As Do Writers. Conversely, In The Arts We Do Make Discoveries. We Do Refine Our Tools. So I Am Arguing With, Or At Least Playing With, The Idea That Art Never Improves.

You Can Tell A Lot From A Person's Nails. When A Life Starts To Unravel, They're Among The First To Go.

Novels Help Us To Resist The Temptation To Think Of The Past As Deficient.