I Have Been To The World's End

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.

When I'm Writing, My Neural Pathways Get Blocked. I Can't Read. I Can Barely Hold A Conversation Without Forgetting Words And Names. I Wish I Could Wear The Same Clothes And Eat The Same Food Each Day.

Ethics Are Not Necessarily To Do With Being Law-abiding. I Am Very Interested In The Moral Path, Doing The Right Thing.

As I Watch, The Sky Fills With Clouds Of Snow Feathers From Every Kind Of Bird There Ever Was And Even Some That Only Exist In The Imagination, Like The Bluebirds That Fly Over The Rainbow.

Sometimes,' Sylvie Said, 'one Can Mistake Gratitude For Love.