There's an epigram tacked to my office bulletin board, pinched from a magazine -- "Wanting to meet an author because you like his work is like wanting to meet a duck because you like pâté.

“February, month of despair,with a skewered heart in the centre.”

“It was a question now, rather than a statement; a question with no answer.”

“By telling you anything at all I'm at least believing in you, I believe you're …”

“For the children with their greedy little mouths represent the future, which li…”