Mother used to say escape is never further than the nearest book.
The weak are meat the strong do eat.
Birdsong foamed in the hour-before-dawn garden.
What wouldn't I give now for a never-changing map of the ever-constant ineffable? To possess, as it were, an atlas of clouds.
Folks with most to complain about seldom complain most.
A novelist needs to know his own strong points and weak points.