Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons. – Jim Bishop
A newspaper is lumber made malleable. It is ink made into words and pictures. It is conceived, born, grows up and dies of old age in a day. – Jim Bishop
The future is an opaque mirror. Anyone who tries to look into it sees nothing but the dim outlines of an old and worried face. – Jim Bishop
Watching your daughter being collected by her date feels like handing over a million dollar Stradivarius to a gorilla. – Jim Bishop