A Man Who Casts No Shadow Isn't

I Think Everybody Has A Secret Life.

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.)

The Past Is An Obdurate Stranger That Puts As Many Marks On Us As We Attempt To Impose On It.

Divination Is A Means Of Telling Ourselves What We Already Know.

Like A Domestic Cat, Purring On The Sofa By Day, But By Night, A Strutting Queen, A Natural Killer, Disdainful Of Her Other Life.