All We Do Is Read The Stupid

It Was On The Corner Of The Street That He Noticed The First Sign Of Something Peculiar - A Cat Reading A Map.

I've No Idea Where Ideas Come From And I Hope I Never Find Out; It Would Spoil The Excitement For Me If It Turned Out I Just Have A Funny Little Wrinkle On The Surface Of My Brain Which Makes Me Think About Invisible Train Platforms.

I Love Inventing Names, But I Also Collect Unusual Names, So That I Can Look Through My Notebook And Choose One That Suits A New Character.

You Don’t Understand — There Are Things Worth Dying For!

The Mind Is Not A Book, To Be Opened At Will And Examined At Leisure. Thoughts Are Not Etched On The Inside Of Skulls, To Be Perused By An Invader. The Mind Is A Complex And Many-layered Thing.