I Don't Believe In Things Like That - Fairies Or Brownies Or Magic Or Anything. It's Old-fashioned.' 'well, We Must Be Jolly Old-fashioned Then,' Said Bessie. 'because We Not Only Believe In The Faraway Tree And Love Our Funny Friends There, But We Go To See Them Too - And We Visit The Lands At The Top Of The Tree As Well!
You Have An Utterly Sincere Glance When You Look Around After You Are Shipwrecked. You Weep A Long Time On An Island When You Realize What's Happened To You.
But Here Let Me Say One Thing: From The Moment I Entered The Insane Ward On The Island, I Made No Attempt To Keep Up The Assumed Role Of Insanity.
Could I Pass A Week In The Insane Ward At Blackwell's Island? I Said I Could And I Would. And I Did.
The Insane Asylum On Blackwell’s Island Is A Human Rat-trap. It Is Easy To Get In, But Once There It Is Impossible To Get Out.
I Attempted To Fish In Scotland And I Managed To Hook A Dog. It Was A Horrible Moment But The Dog Turned Out To Be Fine.
You Know, Russia Today Is, What, 200 Million People? In Land Mass, It's Probably 50 Times The Size [of Japan], In Natural Resources A Hundred Times The Size! Russia's Not Doing All That Badly. The Public There - Not Everybody - But They Have Things That The West Offered, [that] Were Only Available In The West A Long Time Ago.
Donald Westlake's Parker Novels Are Among The Small Number Of Books I Read Over And Over. Forget All That Crap You've Been Telling Yourself About War And Peace And Proust-these Are The Books You'll Want On That Desert Island.
Come O'er The Eastern Hills, And Let Our Winds Kiss Thy Perfumed Garments; Let Us Taste Thy Morn And Evening Breath; Scatter Thy Pearls Upon Our Love-sick Land That Mourns For Thee.
Since The French Revolution Englishmen Are All Intermeasurable One By Another, Certainly A Happy State Of Agreement To Which I Forone Do Not Agree.
