Inspiration Gives No Warnings.

...the Girl Raised Her Eyes To See Who Was Passing By The Window, And That Casual Glance Was The Beginning Of A Cataclysm Of Love That Still Had Not Ended Half A Century Later.

Humanity, Like Armies In The Field, Advances At The Speed Of The Slowest.

My Most Important Problem Was Destroying The Lines Of Demarcation That Separate What Seems Real From What Seems Fantastic.

Children's Lies Are Signs Of Great Talent.

She Had The Revelation One Sunday That While The Other Instruments Played For Everyone The Violen Played For Her Alone .