Doing Nothing, Badly.

Hate Is An Automatic Response To Fear, For Fear Humiliates.

When I Began To Write Our Story Down, I Thought I Was Writing A Record Of Hate, But Somehow The Hate Has Got Mislaid And All I Know Is That In Spite Of Her Mistakes And Her Unreliability, She Was Better Than Most. It's Just As Well That One Of Us Should Believe In Her: She Never Did In Herself.

There Are Times When A Lover Longs To Be Also A Father And A Brother: He Is Jealous Of The Years He Hasn't Shared.

You Needn't Be So Scared. Love Doesn't End. Just Because We Don't See Each Other.

Destruction After All Is A Form Of Creation.