A Sense Of Humour And A Little

The Smell Of A Freshly Printed Book Is The Best Smell In The World.

But If I Have A Lot Of Imagination, I Could Tell Myself Whatever I Wanted, You Know. I Handle Myself Quite Well. I'm Kind Of Fascist With Myself, You Know. There's No Discussion. There Is An Order. You Follow It.

I'm Very Severe With Myself And Sometimes I Miss French Cheese, But In Your World It's Not Exactly The Same Thing.

Why Should I Stop Working? If I Do, I'll Die And It'll All Be Finished. 'm Lucky To Work In The Most Perfect Of Conditions. I Can Do What I Want In All Kinds Of Areas. The Expenses Are Not Expenses. I Would Be Stupid To Stop That. Work Is Making A Living Out Of Being Bored.

I Am A Sort Of Vampire, Taking The Blood Of Other People.