Religion Put Claws On Aunt Sally And

In This Moment She Felt That She Had Been Robbed Of An Enormous Number Of Valuable Things, Whether Material Or Intangible: Things Lost Or Broken By Her Own Fault, Things She Had Forgotten And Left In Houses When She Moved: Books Borrowed From Her And Not Returned, Journeys She Had Planned And Had Not Made, Words She Had Waited To Hear Spoken To Her And Had Not Heard, And The Words She Meant To Answer With. . . .

You Can't Write About People Out Of Textbooks, And You Can't Use Jargon. You Have To Speak Clearly And Simply And Purely In A Language That A Six-year-old Child Can Understand; And Yet Have The Meanings And The Overtones Of Language, And The Implications, That Appeal To The Highest Intelligence.

Most People Won't Realise That Writing Is A Craft. You Have To Take Your Apprenticeship In It Like Anything Else.

I Do Not Understand The World, But I Watch It's Progress.

All Life Worth Living Is Difficult, Nobody Promised Us Happiness; It Is Not A Commodity You Have Earned, Or Shall Ever Earn. It Is A By-product Of Brave Living, And It Never Comes In The Form We Expect, Or At The Season We Hoped For, Or As The Result Of Our Planning For It.