A Little Nonsense Now And Then Is

The Writer Walks Out Of His Workroom In A Daze. He Wants A Drink. He Needs It. It Happens To Be A Fact That Nearly Every Writer Of Fiction In The World Drinks More Whisky Than Is Good For Him. He Does It To Give Himself Faith Hope And Courage. A Person Is A Fool To Become A Writer. His Only Compensation Is Absolute Freedom. He Has No Master Except His Own Soul And That I Am Sure Is Why He Does It.

I Began To Realize How Simple Life Could Be If One Had A Regular Routine To Follow With Fixed Hours, A Fixed Salary, And Very Little Original Thinking To Do.

My Darling," She Said At Last, Are You Sure You Don't Mind Being A Mouse For The Rest Of Your Life?" "i Don't Mind At All" I Said. It Doesn't Matter Who You Are Or What You Look Like As Long As Somebody Loves You.

The Matter With Human Beans," The Bfg Went On, "is That They Is Absolutely Refusing To Believe In Anything Unless They Is Actually Seeing It Right In Front Of Their Own Schnozzles.

I'd Rather Be Fried Alive And Eaten By Mexicans.