I Like Books That Don't

He Had Her In His Heart, But Not Always In His Mind.

Time Is How You Spend Your Love.

The End Is Simply The Beginning Of An Even Longer Story.

It's Got Two Aspects. The Bit That Involves The Public Life I Could Not Really Tolerate And Cannot Really Tolerate. I Just Can't Get Used To The Idea Of Being Somebody Unreal In People's Minds. I Can't Live My Life Like That.

But Surely To Tell These Tall Tales And Others Like Them Would Be To Spread The Myth, The Wicked Lie, That The Past Is Always Tense And The Future, Perfect.