It was 1943. The U.S. had already entered World War II, so I decided to join the army.

I can't make sense out of that girl," he said to the bard, "Can you?" "Never mind," Fflewddur said, "We aren't really expected to.

If you want truth you should begin by giving it.

He was a great poet" They lamented. No, he was not a great poet," said Theo, "He was a good poet, he could have been better. That's the real loss don't you see?

My family pleaded with me to forget literature and do something sensible, such as find some sort of useful work.

What seems to be love beyond any question is usually a simple case of indigestion.

And thus did an Assistant Pig-Keeper become High King of Prydain.