I live in a world all my own, but visitors are always welcome.

Some changes are so slow, you don't notice them, others are so fast, they don't notice you.

For some strange reason, no matter where I go, the place is always called "here".

It's hopeless! Tomorrow there'll be even more books I should have read than there are today.

What happened to you could have been worse - it could have happened to me.

More books have resulted from somebody's need to write than from anybody's need to read.

One possible reason why things aren't going according to plan is that there never was a plan.