It Is My Contention That The Process

It Had Helped To Keep Her Sane, That Writing. Then, When Time Had Begun Again And Real People Had Entered It, She'd Abandoned It Here. Now It's A Whisper From The Past. Is That What Writing Amounts To? The Voice Your Ghost Would Have, If It Had A Voice?

Now That I Am Dead, I Know Everything.

Being Edited Is Like Falling Face Down Into A Threshing Machine.

Publishing A Book Is Like Stuffing A Note Into A Bottle And Hurling It Into The Sea.

Pink Is Supposed To Weaken Your Enemies, Make Them Go Soft On You, Which Must Be Why It's Used For Baby Girls. It's A Wonder The Military Hasn't Got On To This.