Don't Think. That Is The Wrong Way

What I Feel Is That If One Has Got To Have A Murder Actually Happening In One's House, One Might As Well Enjoy It, If You Know What I Mean.

The Lure Of The Past Came Up To Grab Me. To See A Dagger Slowly Appearing, With Its Gold Glint, Through The Sand Was Romantic. The Carefulness Of Lifting Pots And Objects From The Soil Filled Me With A Longing To Be An Archaeologist Myself.

There Are Questions That You Don't Ask Because You're Afraid Of The Answers To Them.

A Mother's Love For Her Child Is Like Nothing Else In The World.

Love Is Not Everything ... It Is Only When We Are Young That We Think It Is.