Oh Where, Oh Where Had Snow White

A Writer Of Fiction Lives In Fear. Each New Day Demands New Ideas And He Can Never Be Sure Whether He Is Going To Come Up With Them Or Not.

I Go Down To My Little Hut, Where It's Tight And Dark And Warm, And Within Minutes I Can Go Back To Being Six Or Seven Or Eight Again.

Careful Those Who Fight With Monsters, That They Might Become Monsters Themeselves.

Candy Is Dandy But Liqueur Is Quicker.

I Shot Down Some German Planes And I Got Shot Down Myself, Crashing In A Burst Of Flames And Crawling Out, Getting Rescued By Brave Soldiers.