Our Father The Novelist; My Husband The

Children Always Assume The Sexual Lives Of Their Parents Come To A Grinding Halt At Their Conception.

It Was The Kind Of Library He Had Only Read About In Books.

Nature Played A Cruel Trick On Her By Giving Her A Waxed Mustache.

I Had No Idea Of Who Could Play It, No Notion Really. Then Richard Came To See Us But I Don't Think It Was Decided At That Meeting. The Trouble Is, As Soon As You've Chosen Somebody It Obscures Anybody Else You Might Have Thought Of. It's Like Going To A Place That You've Never Been To Before - You've Got A Picture Of It And Then You Go There And That Picture Is Totally Wiped Out By The Reality.

A Bookshelf Is As Particular To Its Owner As Are His Or Her Clothes; A Personality Is Stamped On A Library Just As A Shoe Is Shaped By The Foot.