The Stitch Of A Book Is Its

I Suppose The More You Have To Do, The More You Learn To Organize And Concentrate-or Else Get Fragmented Into Bits. I Have Learned To Use My 'ten Minutes'. I Once Thought It Was Not Worth Sitting Down For A Time As Short As That; Now I Know Differently And, If I Have Ten Minutes, I Use Them, Even If They Bring Only Two Lines, And It Keeps The Book Alive.

The Stitch Of A Book Is Its Words.

In California I Began To Think That, Except On The Beaches, No-one Had The Use Of Their Legs.

If You Love The Wrong People It's Still Love, Isn't It, No Matter What Kind Of Love.

Cleverness Is A Disease.