Autumn Arrives In The Early Morning.

Dialogue In Fiction Is What Characters Do To One Another.

Where Would The Irish Be Without Someone To Be Irish At?

The Child Lives In The Book; But Just As Much The Book Lives In The Child.

Nothing, That Is Say No One, Can Be Such An Inexorable Tour-conductor As One's Own Conscience Or Sense Of Duty, If One Allows Either The Upper Hand: The Self-bullying That Goes On In The Name Of Sight-seeing Is Grievous.

The Craft Of The Novelist Does Lie First Of All In Story-telling.