That, My Dear, Is What

He Had The Vague Sense Of Standing On A Threshold, The Crossing Of Which Would Change Everything.

But In My Humble Opinion, A House Needs A Good Party Once In A While; Remind Folks It Exists.

There's A Market For Mysteries For Adults. That Feeling Of Opening A Book And Delving Inside And Not Coming Out Until You've Closed The Book.

She Was The Breeze On A Summer's Day, The First Drops Of Rain When The Earth Was Parched, Light From The Evening Star.

It Was Such A Pleasure To Sink One's Hands Into The Warm Earth, To Feel At One's Fingertips The Possibilities Of The New Season.