He Had The Vague Sense Of Standing

Quite Simply The Book And I Were Meant To Be Together.

I Probably Coughed Self-pityingly In Response, Little Aware That I Was About To Cross A Tremendous Threshold Beyond Which There Would Be No Return, That In My Hands I Held An Object Whose Simple Appearance Belied Its Profound Power. All True Readers Have A Book, A Moment, Like The One I Describe, And When Mum Offered Me That Much-read Library Copy Mine Was Upon Me.

But In My Humble Opinion, A House Needs A Good Party Once In A While; Remind Folks It Exists.

I Write What I'd Like To Read And Just Hope That, Along The Way, Others Might Like To Read Them, Too.

Time Had A Way Of Moulding People Into Shapes They Themselves No Longer Recognised.