The key to all knowledge comes in words of just one syllable, apparently.... There's only the last page left to write on. I'll fill it with words of just one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.

I only want to write. And there's no college for that except life.

I have found that sitting in a place where you have never sat before can be inspiring.

I know all about the facts of life, and I don't think much of them.

My God - it's a green child!" said the American. "What is this place - the House of Usher?

Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?

I write this sitting in the kitchen sink.