In Every School I've Gone

The Rest, With Very Little Exaggeration, Was Books. Meant-to-be-picked-up Books. Permanently-left-behind Books. Uncertain-what-to-do-with Books. But Books, Books. Tall Cases Lined Three Walls Of The Room, Filled To And Beyond Capacity. The Overflow Had Been Piled In Stacks On The Floor. There Was Little Space Left For Walking, And None Whatever For Pacing.

He Said I Was Unequipped To Meet Life Because I Had No Sense Of Humor.

Life Is A Gift Horse In My Opinion.

I'm The Most Terrific Liar You Ever Saw In Your Life.

I Can’t Explain What I Mean. And Even If I Could, I’m Not Sure I’d Feel Like It.