Stick A Lighted Candle Up Your Backside

When I Come Out On The Road Of A Morning, When I Have Had A Night's Sleep And Perhaps A Breakfast, And The Sun Lights A Hill On The Distance, A Hill I Know I Shall Walk Across An Hour Or Two Thence, And It Is Green And Silken To My Eye, And The Clouds Have Begun Their Slow, Fat Rolling Journey Across The Sky, No Land In The World Can Inspire Such Love In A Common Man.

I Believe The World Of The Spirit Is In General Greatly Neglected And Not At All Served By The Practice Of Faith As We Know It, Because Religion Isn't Individual Enough.

As An Arts Journalist In London, Working Mainly For The Bbc, I Interviewed Hundreds If Not Thousands Of Authors. From Them I Gleaned A Great Deal Of Passing Instruction In Writing And I Observed One Fascinating Detail: No Two Writers Approach Their Work - Physically - In The Same Way.

There Are Some Places You Love With Your Heart, And There Are Some Places That You Love With Your Mind- The Places That You Love With Both Are Called 'libraries'

I Never Met A Librarian Worth His Or Her Salt Who Didn't Perceive My Passion For Books.