I Give Thanks For All That Has

I've Noticed That The Magic Getting Along With Someone Isn't Really Magic. If You Break It Down, You Can See How It Happens. You Say Something A Bit Off-center And See If They React. If They Get It, They Push It A Bit Further. Then It's Your Turn Again. And Theirs. And So On, Until It's Banter. Once It's Banter, It's Friendship.

It Was Not A Big Smile, Not Particularly Bold Or Polite Or Ironic Or Glib, Not Asking For Anything Or Offering Anything, Not Stringy Or Careless, Not, In Short, Like Any Smile I Had Ever Experienced Before. But Such A Smile! You Could Burn A Hole In The World With That Smile.

My Daughter Is A Fantastic Travelling Companion - She's Totally Organised, Whereas I'm Hopeless.

I'd Like To Think Life Has Improved Since 1850, Despite The Long Hours We All Seem To Spend Slaving Over Hot Computers, But The Psychological Journeys Remain The Same - The Search For Love, Identity, A Meaningful Place In The World.

The Real Truth Is That The War Didn't Have Much To Do With It Except That It Provided A Perfect Limbo In Which Two People Who Were Too Young And Too Related Could Start Kissing Without Anything Or Anyone Making Us Stop.