The Knives Of Jealousy Are Honed On

Nobody Really Lives In The Present.

I Can't Exist Without Books.

Some Say Life Is The Thing, But I Prefer Reading.

The English, Although Partakers In The Most Variable And Quixotic Climate In The World, Never Become Used To Its Vagaries, But Comment Upon Them With Shock And Resentment As If All Their Lives Had Been Spent In The Predictable Monsoon.

I Think To Be Driven To Want To Kill Must Be Such A Terrible Burden.