And Trust Dies From Ifs And Buts

I Huff And Puff And Struggle With Every Sentence, Paragraph And Page - Sometimes Every Word As Well.

Life Is Not Like A Novel, But A Novel Can Be Like Life. The Best Ones Always Are.

She Was--i Keep Using The Past Tense; I Ought To Say She Is--one Of Those People Who, At First Sight, Look Plain, Are Quiet, Unassertive, Unmemorable Even. But Who, When They Start To Talk And You Get To Know Them, Become More And More Attractive And Impressive, And You See That In Fact They Are Beautiful. Not Conventionally Beautiful, Not Celebrity Beautiful, But Beautiful All Through.

Rooms Are A Fixed Size, Which Can't Be Altered Without Pulling Down Walls And Building New Ones. They Should Be Unchanging In Shape And Proportions. But Sometimes They Do Change Depending On Who's In Them.

If A Boy, If A Man, Asks You If You're All Right And You Say Yes, He'll Always Believe You And Get On With What He Wants To Do. It's Just The Way They're Made.