I'm Phobic About The Idea Of Being

I Don't Listen To Music When I'm Writing, But I Often Do When I'm Reworking, Editing Or When I Need To Relax.

Drunkeness, She Told Us In A Rare Moment Of Confidence, Is A Sin Against The Fruit, The Tree, The Wine Itself. Wine, Distilled And Nurtured From Bud Into Fruit; It Deserves Reverance. Joy. Gentleness. (page 194.)

I'm Not Sure I Believe In The Whole 'ghost-afterlife' Thing, But I Think Places Are Marked By People Who Have Been There.

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

I Liked Her Better For Showing A Little Spirit.