You Make A Life Out Of What

Reluctance To Begin Is Quick To Befriend Procrastination. . . .

Hope's One Thing, Expectation's Quite Another.

Curiosity Might Have Killed The Cat, But Little Girls Usually Fared Much Better.

Adults Weren’t Supposed To Understand Their Children And You Were Doing Something Wrong If They Did.

Round And Round The Questions Flew, Until Finally I Found Myself Standing At The Open Door Of A Bookshop. It’s Natural In Times Of Great Perplexity, I Think, To Seek Out The Familiar, And The High Shelves And Long Rows Of Neatly Lined-up Spines Were Immensely Reassuring. Amid The Smell Of Ink And Binding, The Dusty Motes In Beams Of Strained Sunlight, The Embrace Of Warm, Tranquil Air, I Felt That I Could Breathe More Easily.