Words Were Like Objects, Making

What, After All, Is More Real To Us Than The Geography Of Our Childhoods?

Wilkie Collins Was A Rival And Competitor Of Dickens. His Novel Moonstone Sold More Copies At The Time Than Dickens' Last Two Books. But That Meant Nothing In The Long Run. Right Now, To Be Honest, Wilkie Collins Is What He Deserved To Be Back Then: A Footnote, An Almost Lost Memory. And He Knew He Would Become That.

Words Are The Light And Sound Of Our Existence, The Heat Lightning By Which The Night Is Illuminated.

Artists Recognize Other Artists As Soon As The Pencil Begins To Move.

His Imagination Was Always More Real Than The Reality Of Daily Life.