Ezra was right half the time, and when he was wrong, he was so wrong you were never in any doubt about it.
All my life I've looked at words as though I were seeing them for the first time.
I've tried to reduce profanity but I reduced so much profanity when writing the book that I'm afraid not much could come out. Perhaps we will have to consider it simply as a profane book and hope that the next book will be less profane or perhaps more sacred.
His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly's wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred.
DOB - July 21, 1899