I'm Wondering What To Read Next.

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.

To Shipbrokers, Coal Was Black Gold.

What I Mean And What I Say Is Two Different Things," The Bfg Announced Rather Grandly.

I Have Found It Impossible To Talk To Anyone About My Problems. I Couldn't Face The Embarrassment, And Anyway I Lack The Courage. Any Courage I Had Was Knocked Out Of Me When I Was Young. But Now, All Of Sudden I Have A Sort Of Desperate Wish To Tell Everything To Somebody.

The Fine Line Between Roaring With Laughter And Crying Because It's A Disaster Is A Very, Very Fine Line. You See A Chap Slip On A Banana Skin In The Street And You Roar With Laughter When He Falls Slap On His Backside. If In Doing So You Suddenly See He's Broken A Leg, You Very Quickly Stop Laughing And It's Not A Joke Anymore.