The Art Of Writing Is The Art

Me And My Books In The Same Apartment, Like A Gherkin In Its Vinegar.

As For The Piano, The Faster Her Fingers Flew Over It, The More He Marveled. She Struck The Keys With Aplomb And Ran From One End Of The Keyboard To The Other Without A Stop.

We Swung Between Madness And Suicide ... It Was Beautiful!

Do Not Read, As Children Do, To Amuse Yourself, Or Like The Ambitious, For The Purpose Of Instruction. No, Read In Order To Live.

Pleasure Is Found First In Anticipation, Later In Memory.