I've Heard Tell That What

The Fine Line Between Roaring With Laughter And Crying Because It's A Disaster Is A Very, Very Fine Line. You See A Chap Slip On A Banana Skin In The Street And You Roar With Laughter When He Falls Slap On His Backside. If In Doing So You Suddenly See He's Broken A Leg, You Very Quickly Stop Laughing And It's Not A Joke Anymore.

Writing Is Mainly Perspiration, Not Inspiration.

Bunkum And Tummyrot! You'll Never Get Anywhere If You Go About What-iffing Like That. Would Columbus Have Discovered America If He'd Said 'what If I Sink On The Way Over? What If I Meet Pirates? What If I Never Come Back?' He Wouldn't Even Have Started.

Fiona Has The Same Glacial Beauty Of An Iceburg, But Unlike The Iceburg She Has Absolutely Nothing Below The Surface.

I Regard Each Sentence As A Little Wheel... Now And Again I Try To Put A Really Big One Next To A Very Small One In Such A Way That The Big One, Turning Slowly, Will Make The Small One Spin So Fast That It Hums. Very Tricky, That.