Blessed Tree And Blessed Birds,

But Don't Think That It's A System Or A Culture Or A State Or A Person That Does The Letting Down. It's Our Expectations That Let Us Down. It Begins In The Warmth Of The Womb And The Discovery That It's Cold Outside. But It's Not The Cold's Fault That It's Cold.

Reviewers Do Not Read Books With Much Care . . . Their Profession Is More Given To Stupidity And Malice And Literary Ignorance Even Than The Profession Of Novelist.

Suddenly, I Viddied What I Had To Do, And What I Had Wanted To Do, And That Was To Do Myself In; To Snuff It, To Blast Off For Ever Out Of This Wicked, Cruel World. One Moment Of Pain Perhaps And, Then, Sleep Forever, And Ever And Ever.

Writers Are Rarely Their Own Best Critics, Nor Are Critics.

As A Chamber Hung Round About With Looking-glasses Represents The Face Upon Every Turn, Thus All The World Doth The Mercy And The Bounty Of God; Though That Be Visible, Yet It Discovers An Invisible God And His Invisible Properties.