How I Wish I Lived In A

He Laughed A Little, In An Odd, Nervous Kind Of Way. "because If I Don't Get Going Soon, The Whole Impetus May Die--and If That Happens, Well, I Really Shall Consider A Long, Restful Plunge Into Insanity. Sometimes The Abyss Yawns Very Attractively.

I Only Want To Write. And There's No College For That Except Life.

They Call Them The Haunted Shores, These Stretches Of Devonshire And Cornwall And Ireland Which Rear Up Against The Westward Ocean. Mists Gather Here, And Sea Fog, And Eerie Stories. That's Not Because There Are More Ghosts Here Than In Other Places, Mind You. It's Just That People Who Live Hereabouts Are Strangely Aware Of Them.

I Have Noticed That Rooms Which Are Extra Clean Feel Extra Cold

Truthfulness So Often Goes With Ruthlessness.