I Don't Believe In God, But I'm

The First Of The Line Is Tied To A Tree And The Last Is Being Eaten By The Ants .

Tricks You Need To Transform Something Which Appears Fantastic, Unbelievable Into Something Plausible, Credible, Those I Learned From Journalism. The Key Is To Tell It Straight. It Is Done By Reporters And By Country Folk.

It Was A Meditation On Life, Love, Old Age, Death: Ideas That Had Often Fluttered Around Her Head Like Nocturnal Birds But Dissolved Into A Trickle Of Feathers When She Tried To Catch Hold Of Them.

Life Is Not What One Lived, But What One Remembers And How One Remembers It In Order To Recount It

There Is Always Something Left To Love.