A Good Novel Begins With

Words Are Nets Through Which All Truth Escapes.

To Be Human Is To Be In A Story.

A Lie Hides The Truth. A Story Tries To Find It.

My Father Brought Me A Box Of Books Once When I Was About Three And A Half Or Four. I Remember The Carton They Were In And The Covers With Illustrations By Newell C. Wyeth.

Life Was An Impenetrable Mystery Cloaked In Babble.