Many children are natural fantasists, I think, perhaps because their imaginations have yet to be clobbered into submission by experience.

I am, emphatically. Mental illness triggered by xperimental error.

Mother used to say escape is never further than the nearest book.

An idler and a sluggard are as different as a gourmand and a glutton.

The mind abhors a vacancy & is wont to people it with phantoms.

I really wish they hadn't made the set out of asbestos.

She was widely read enough to appreciate my literary wit but not so widely read that she knew my sources. I like that in a woman.