There Are Certain People Who

I Am In The Pitte, But I Have Gone So Deep That I Can See The Brightness Of The Starres At Noon.

There Are Two Types Of People, You See. One Type Keep Their Heads Straight, And Look Around As They Walk. The Others Look Up - At The Tops Of Houses, At The Eaves And The Lintels And The Roofs, Which Can Tell You When They Were Built - And I've Always Done That.

And The Smell Of The Library Was Always The Same - The Musty Odour Of Old Clothes Mixed With The Keener Scent Of Unwashed Bodies, Creating What The Chief Librarian Had Once Described As 'the Steam Of The Social Soup.'

Why Should A Novelist Not Also Be A Historian? To Force Unnatural Divisions Within The English Language Is To Work Against Its Capacious And Accommodating Nature. To Expect A Writer To Produce Only Novels, Or Only Histories, Is Equivalent To Demanding From A Composer That He Or She Write Only String Quartets Or Piano Sonatas.

There Are Certain People Who Seem Doomed To Buy Certain Houses. The House Expects Them. It Waits For Them.