I Don't Want To Be The One

[would] A Sensible Man Spit Out The Juicy Morsel That Good Fortune Put In His Mouth?

A Toad Does Not Run In The Daytime For Nothing

I Think As You Grow Up And You See Things Which Are Around You And You Ask Questions And You Hear The Answers, Your Situation Becomes More And More Of A Puzzle. Now, Why Is It Like This, Why Are Things Like This And Since Writing Is One Way In Which One Can Ask This Questions And Try To Find These Answers, It Seems To Me A Very Natural Thing To Do, Especially As It Meant Stories Which I Always Found Moving, Almost Unbearably Necessary.

It Always Surprised Him When He Thought Of It Later That He Did Not Sink Under The Load Of Despair.

I Wouldn't Have Wanted Anyone To Teach Me How To Write. That's My Own Taste. I Prefer To Stumble On It.