For about 150 days a year in Venice, the sun doesn't show through the mist until noon.

Write. Don't think. Relax.

Ours is a culture and a time immensely rich in trash as it is in treasures.

Do you ever read any of the books you burn?" He laughed. "That's against the law!" "Oh. Of course.

But no man's a hero to himself. I've lived with me a lifetime. I know everything worth knowing about myself--" ~Something Wicked This Way Comes

What are the best things and the worst things in your life, and when are you going to get around to whispering or shouting them?

First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys.