In California I Began To

For A Dyed-in-the-wool Author Nothing Is As Dead As A Book Once It Is Written. ... She Is Rather Like A Cat Whose Kittens Have Grown Up.

The Stitch Of A Book Is Its Words.

In Good Company Your Thoughts Run, In Solitude Your Thought Is Still ... In Talk Your Mind Can Be Stretched, Widened, Exhilarated To Heights, But It Cannot Be Deepened; You Have To Deepen It Yourself.

Most Grown People Are Like Icebergs, Three-tenths Showing, Seven-tenths Submerged - That Is Why A Collision With One Of Them Is Unexpectedly Hurtful.

In California I Began To Think That, Except On The Beaches, No-one Had The Use Of Their Legs.