Fear Has A Smell, As Love Does.

The Future Of Narrative? Built In, Part Of The Human Template. Not Going Away.

Love Was Like A Steamroller. There Was No Avoiding It; It Went Over You And You Came Out Flat.

We Lived In The Gaps Between The Stories

Richard Liked To Say He Picked Things Up For A Song, Which Was Odd, Because He Never Sang. He Never Even Whistled. He Was Not A Musical Person.

I Think The Main Thing Is: Just Do It. Plunge In! Being Canadian, I Go Swimming In Icy Cold Lakes, And There Is Always That Dithering Moment. "am I Really Going To Do This? Won't It Hurt?" And At Some Point You Just Have To Flop In There And Scream. Once You're In, Keep Going. You May Have To Crumple And Toss, But We All Do That. Courage! I Think That Is What's Most Required.