Leaves Turned To Soil Beneath My Feet.

Teachers're Always Using That "in Your Own Words." I Hate That. Authors Knit Their Sentences Tight. It's Their Job. Why Make Us Unpick Them, Just To Put It Back Together More Shonkily? How're You S'posed To Say Kapellmeister If You Can't Say Kapellmeister?

Why Ask A Question Whose Answer Would Demand Ten More Questions?

All Revolutions Are The Sheerest Fantasy Until They Happen; Then They Become Historical Inevitabilities.

Books Don't Offer Real Escape, But They Can Stop A Mind Scratching Itself Raw.

Hate Eats The Hater The Way Ogres Eat Little Boys.