I Love Dickens. I Love The Way

I've Always Been Dissatisfied, I Know That. But Lately I Find That I Reek Of Discontentment. It Fills My Throat, And It Floods My Brain. And Sometimes I Fear There Is No Longer A Dream, But Only The Discontentment.

I Often Think Of That When I Hear People Say That They Haven't Time To Read.

History Isn't Just What Happened, But What Happened To Whom And Why And What Would Have Been Different If The Cast Of Characters Had Been Different.

To Shut Yourself From History Is To Shut Yourself Off From Say Music Or Painting Or The Theatre, Literature For The Rest Of Your Life. It Would Be To Cheat Yourself Of The Pleasures Of Life.

I Feel That What I Do Is A Calling. I Would Pay To Do What I Do If I Had To. I Will Never Live Long Enough To Do The Work I Want To Do: The Books I Would Like To Write, The Ideas I Would Like To Explore.