The privacy of reading frees us to entertain the alien.

In describing someone's character, I reveal my own.

Worrying is as futile as boredom, but harder work.

Expenditure now attracts fame as conquest once did.

I was once in love with books. Now they go their way and I go mine.

Death is frightening, and so is Eternal Life.

Death is hacking away at my address book and party lists.