Every Man Needs Two Women: A Quiet

How Rarely Can Happiness Be Really Innocent And Not Triumphant, Not An Insult To The Deprived.

Perhaps When Distant People On Other Planets Pick Up Some Wavelength Of Ours All They Hear Is A Continuous Scream.

For Most Of Us The Space Between 'dreaming On Things To Come' And 'it Is Too Late, It Is All Over' Is Too Tiny To Enter.

Real Worship Involves Waiting.

People Have Obsessions And Fears And Passions Which They Don't Admit To. I Think Every Character Is Interesting And Has Extremes. It's The Novelist Privilege To See How Odd Everyone Is.