When People Are Finding Meaning In Things

All The Things You Can Talk About In Anyone's Work Are The Things That Are Least Important.

Some Tiny Creature, Mad With Wrath, Is Coming Nearer On The Path.

I Thought I'd Be A Librarian Until I Met Some Crazy Ones.

I Feel That I Am Doing The Minimum Amount Of Damage To Other Possibilities That May Take Place In A Reader's Head.

Having Got Into Bed And Turned Out The Light, I Quietly Burst Into Tears Because I Am Not A Good Person. As They Came And Went For Some Minutes, I Was Concerned With The Words Following 'because' In The Previous Sentence, Rewriting Them Over And Over In My Head Until They Seemed To Be As Close To The Truth As It Was Possible For Me To Make Them.