Families Hold Each Other In An Iron

A Year And A Half After The End Of The War And The German Occupation, Paris Was Muted And Looked Bruised And Forlorn. Everywhere I Went, I Sensed The Tracks Of The Wolf That Had Tried To Devour The City. But Paris Proved Inedible, As It Had Been Ever Since Its Tribal Beginnings On An Island In The Seine, The Ile De La Cité.

The Truth Came Slowly Like A Story Told By People Interrupting Each Other.

Words Are Nets Through Which All Truth Escapes.

I Have A Painter's Memory. I Can Remember Things From My Childhood Which Were So Powerfully Imprinted On Me, The Whole Scene Comes Back.

The Density Of People In Society Is So Thick That We Forget That Life Will End One Day. And We Don't Know When That One-day Will Be. So Please, Tell The People You Love And Care For That They Are Special And Important. Tell Them, Before It Is Too Late.