What Do I Have In Common With

Some Books Seem Like A Key To Unfamiliar Rooms In One’s Own Castle.

The Person I Am In The Company Of My Sisters Has Been Entirely Different From The Person I Am In The Company Of Other People. Fearless, Powerful, Surprising, Moved As I Otherwise Am Only When I Write.

What If I Slept A Little More And Forgot About All This Nonsense.

Many A Book Is Like A Key To Unknown Chambers Within The Castle Of One’s Own Self.

The History Of The World, As It Is Written And Handed Down By Word Of Mouth, Often Fails Us Completely; But Man's Intuitive Capacity, Though It Often Misleads, Does Lead, Does Not Ever Abandon One.