I'm Not Sure I Believe In The

A Few Hundred Years Ago There Were No Differences Between Magic And Medicine.

I Sell Dreams, Small Comforts, Sweet Harmless Temptations To Bring Down A Multitude Of Saints Crashing Among The Hazels And Nougatines

You Don't Write Because Someone Sets Assignments! You Write Because You Need To Write, Or Because You Hope Someone Will Listen Or Because Writing Will Mend Something Broken Inside You Or Bring Something Back To Life.

Sometimes Survival Is The Worst Alternative There Is

Their Love Was Something Which Coloured The Air Between Them Like Sunlight.