Where Would The Irish Be Without Someone

Silence Sat In The Taxi, As Though A Stranger Had Got In.

But To Be Quite Oneself One Must First Waste A Little Time.

Every Short Story Is An Experiment - What One Must Ask Is Not Only, Did It Come Off, But Was It, As An Experiment, Worth Making?

Memory Must Be Patchy; What Is More Alarming Is Its Face-savingness. Something In One Shrinks From Catching It Out - Unique To Oneself, One's Own, One's Claim To Identity, It Implicates One's Identity In Its Fibbing.

Intimacies Between Women Often Go Backwards, Beginning In Revelations And Ending In Small Talk.