...there Are No Secrets Unless You Keep

The Writer Walks Out Of His Workroom In A Daze. He Wants A Drink. He Needs It.

If I Were A Headmaster, I Would Get Rid Of The History Teacher And Get A Chocolate Teacher Instead And My Pupils Would Study A Subject That Affected All Of Them.

We All Have Our Moments Of Brilliance And Glory, And This Was Mine.

My Dear Young Fellow,' The Old-green-grasshopper Said Gently, 'there Are A Whole Lot Of Things In This World Of Ours You Haven't Started Wondering About Yet.

When You're Writing, It's Rather Like Going On A Very Long Walk