Only The Margin Left To Write On

Even A Broken Heart Doesn't Warrant A Waste Of Good Paper.

I Could Marry The Devil Himself If He Had Some Money.

There Was A Wonderful Atmosphere Of Gentle Age, A Smell Of Flowers And Beeswax, Sweet Yet Faintly Sour And Musty; A Smell That Makes You Feel Very Tender Towards The Past.

...with Stories Even A Page Can Take Me Hours, But The Truth Seems To Flow Out As Fast As I Can Get It Down.

Certain Unique Books Seem To Be Without Forerunners Or Successors As Far As Their Authors Are Concerned. Even Though They May Profoundly Influence The Work Of Other Writers, For Their Creator They're Complete, Not Leading Anywhere.