There He Stood, In The Camouflage Of

And Presently I Was Driving Through The Drizzle Of The Dying Day, With The Windshield Wipers In Full Action But Unable To Cope With My Tears.

An Active And Creative Reader Is A Re-reader.

The Tiny Madman In His Padded Cell.

Lolita, Light Of My Life, Fire Of My Loins. My Sin, My Soul. Lo-lee-ta: The Tip Of The Tongue Taking A Trip Of Three Steps Down The Palate To Tap, At Three, On The Teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.

Style And Structure Are The Essence Of A Book; Great Ideas Are Hogwash.