All Fiction Is Autobiographical Fantasy.

Think You're Escaping And Run Into Yourself. Longest Way Round Is The Shortest Way Home.

Redheaded Women Buck Like Goats.

White Pudding And Eggs And Sausages And Cups Of Tea! How Simple And Beautiful Was Life After All!

That Ideal Reader Suffering From An Ideal Insomnia.

There Is Not Past, No Future; Everything Flows In An Eternal Present.