I Cannot Live Without Reading.

He Thought: How Difficult It Is To Explain Yourself To Yourself. Sometimes There Only Is, And No Knowing.

She Was--i Keep Using The Past Tense; I Ought To Say She Is--one Of Those People Who, At First Sight, Look Plain, Are Quiet, Unassertive, Unmemorable Even. But Who, When They Start To Talk And You Get To Know Them, Become More And More Attractive And Impressive, And You See That In Fact They Are Beautiful. Not Conventionally Beautiful, Not Celebrity Beautiful, But Beautiful All Through.

I Huff And Puff And Struggle With Every Sentence, Paragraph And Page - Sometimes Every Word As Well.

You Get To Be Wiser By Storying The World And Seeing It Through Other Forms Of Consciousness Than Your Own.

Is It Better To Go With The Flow Or Let The Flow Go?