The Endless Chatter Of This Journey Had

And The Smell Of The Library Was Always The Same - The Musty Odour Of Old Clothes Mixed With The Keener Scent Of Unwashed Bodies, Creating What The Chief Librarian Had Once Described As 'the Steam Of The Social Soup.'

No Poet Is Ever Completely Lost. He Has The Secret Of His Childhood Safe With Him, Like Some Secret Cave In Which He Can Kneel. And, When We Read His Poetry, We Can Join Him There.

There Are So Many Characters Whizzing Around Inside My Head, It's Like Looney Tunes. But As Soon As I've Finished Writing About Them, I Completely Forget Who They Are.

The English Have Always Been Greedy For News Of Times Past, With That Mixture Of Fatalism And Melancholy Which Is Part Of The National Character.

I Believe That The Gods Themselves Are Frightened Of The World Which They Have Fashioned.