Most People Muddled Through Events And Only

As I Watch, The Sky Fills With Clouds Of Snow Feathers From Every Kind Of Bird There Ever Was And Even Some That Only Exist In The Imagination, Like The Bluebirds That Fly Over The Rainbow.

It Was A Long Time Ago Now. And It Was Yesterday.

I'm A Lapsed Quaker. I Don't Go To Meetings Any More. But I'm Very Drawn To Catholicism - All That Glitter. I'd Love To Be A Catholic. I Think It Would Be Fantastic - Faith, Forgiveness, Absolution, Extreme Unction - All These Wonderful Words. I Don't Think Anyone Who Was Ever Born A Catholic Hasn't Died A Catholic, No Matter How Lapsed They Are.

I Don't Have Goals When Writing Books, Apart From Getting To The End. I Have Rather Vague Ideas About How I Want Things To Feel, I'm Big On Ambience. I Have A Title, A Beginning And A Probable Ending And Go From There.

If People Believed In Eternal Damnation They Might Not Be Seizing The Day Quite So Much.