I read The Old Curiosity Shop before I began Blackwood Farm. I was amazed at the utter madness in that book.
My efforts with Hollywood are like things written in water.
Whipping is fifty percent show and noise.
Should we put out the light? And then put out the light. But once put out thy light, I cannot give it vital breath again. It needs must wither.
Keep your secrets Keep your silence It is a better gift than truth
It was over now, and the meaningless world was tolerable and need not be explained. And never would it be, and how foolish I had ever been to think so.