Architects of grandeur are often the master builders of disillusionment.
My tragedy is that all I want is a dog, and yet I have been cursed with cats all my life.
I'm snobby about books that aren't crime fiction: if I start reading a literary novel and there's no mystery emerging in the first few pages, I'm like, 'Gah, this obviously isn't a proper book. Why would I want to carry on reading it?'
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