I suppose I'll have to add the force of gravity to my list of enemies.

Everything. A letter may be coded, and a word may be coded. A theatrical performance may be coded, and a sonnet may be coded, and there are times when it seems the entire world is in code. Some believe that the world can be decoded by performing research in a library. Others believe that the world can be decoded by reading a newspaper. In my case, the only thing that made sense of the world was you, and without you the world will seem as garbled and tragic as a malfunctioning typewrit9.

There are many, many types of books in the world, which makes good sense, because there are many, many types of people, and everybody wants to read something different.

Making you happy isn't making me happy.

There are those who say that life is like a book, with chapters for each event in your life and a limited number of pages on which you can spend your time. But I prefer to think that a book is like a life, particularly a good one, which is well to worth staying up all night to finish.

Bad circumstances have a way of ruining things that would otherwise be pleasant.

Hello, freaky peoples!