Pen-bereavement Is A Serious Matter.

It Is A Truism Of Epistolary Psychology That, For Example, A Christmas Thank-you Note Written On December 26 Can Say Any Old Thing, But If You Wait Until February, You Are Convinced That Nothing Less Than Middlemarch Will Do.

When I Write After Dark", Observed Cyril Connolly, "the Shades Of Evening Scatter Their Purple Through My Prose

I'd Rather Have A Book, But In A Pinch I'll Settle For A Set Of Water Pik Instructions.

Books Wrote Our Life Story, And As They Accumulated On Our Shelves (and On Our Windowsills, And Underneath Our Sofa, And On Top Of Our Refrigerator), They Became Chapters In It Themselves.

For Me, Literature Is A Way Of Enlarging Myself By Learning About People Who Are Not Like Me.