I Don't Have Goals When Writing Books,

Sometimes I Would Like To Cry. I Close My Eyes. Why Weren't We Designed So That We Can Close Our Ears As Well? (perhaps Because We Would Never Open Them.) Is There Some Way That I Could Accelerate My Evolution And Develop Earlids?

No Point In Thinking, You Just Have To Get On With Life. We Only Have One After All, We Should Try And Do Our Best. We Can Never Get It Right, But We Must Try.

Sylvia Loved Secrets And Even If She Didn't Have Any Secrets She Made Sure That You Thought She Did. Amelia Had No Secrets, Amelia Knew Nothing. When She Grew Up She Planned To Know Everything And To Keep It All A Secret.

I Did Feel When My Mother Died If Anyone Was Going To Haunt Me It Would Be Her. And She Hasn't, So I Think It Is Possibly The End.

When You Chopped Logs With The Ax And They Split Open They Smelled Beautiful, Like Christmas. But When You Split Someone's Head Open It Smelled Like Abattoir And Quite Overpowered The Scent Of The Wild Lilacs You'd Cut And Brought Into The House Only This Morning, Which Was Already Another Life.