I'm Wondering What To Read Next.

All Through My School Life I Was Appalled By The Fact That Masters And Senior Boys Were Allowed Quite Literally To Wound Other Boys, And Sometimes Very Severely.

Wonka: But, Charlie, Don't Forget What Happened To The Man Who Suddenly Got Everything He Always Wanted. Charlie: What Happened? Wonka: He Lived Happily Ever After.

By The Time I Am Nearing The End Of A Story, The First Part Will Have Been Reread And Altered And Corrected At Least One Hundred And Fifty Times. I Am Suspicious Of Both Facility And Speed. Good Writing Is Essentially Rewriting. I Am Positive Of This.

A Life Is Made Up Of A Great Number Of Small Incidents, And A Small Number Of Great Ones.

If A Person Has Ugly Thoughts, It Begins To Show On The Face. And When That Person Has Ugly Thoughts Every Day, Every Week, Every Year, The Face Gets Uglier And Uglier Until You Can Hardly Bear To Look At It.