He Had The Vague Sense

A Way Of Looking At You That Told You She Was Listening, That She Understood All You Were Saying, And All You Weren't.

People Might Think Writing Is A Hard Business, But It's Nowhere Near Acting.

The Happiest Folk Are Those That Are Busy, For Their Minds Are Starved Of Time To Seek Out Woe.

Gerry?' Laurel Had To Strain To Hear Thought The Noise On The Other End Of The Line. 'gerry? Where Are You?' 'london. A Phone Booth On Fleet Street.' 'the City Still Has Working Phone Booths?' 'it Would Appear So. Unless This Is The Tardis, In Which Case I'm In Serious Trouble.

Ah, Well. Life's Too Short For Moderation, Wouldn't You Say?