Music’s A Wood You Walk Through.

Taro Taught Me That People Respect Spirit, But Even Cowards Don't Respect Cowards.

But You Have Read Madame Bovary?' (i'd Never Heard Of Her Books.) 'no.

Mother Used To Say Escape Is Never Further Than The Nearest Book.

What Wouldn't I Give Now For A Never-changing Map Of The Ever-constant Ineffable? To Possess, As It Were, An Atlas Of Clouds.

Writing Is Probably One-fifth Coming Up With The Stuff, And Four-fifths Self-editing Again And Again And Again.