I Knew It, I Just Knew It!

Why Do We Have Such A Finite Capacity For Pleasure But An Infinite One For Pain?

I Had Spent My Whole Life Feeling Homesick. The Only Difference Between The Two Of Us Was That I Didn't Know What Or Where Home Was.

I Used To Write In Bed, Starting When I Woke Up. I Believe That Creative Work Comes From Our Subconscious Mind, So I Try To Keep The Gap Between Sleep And Writing As Minimal As Possible.

I Know Of People Who Don't Believe It, But Depression Is An Illness, But Unlike, Say, A Broken Leg, You Don't Know When It'll Get Better.

The Feel Of Them (books) And The Smell Of Them. A Bookshop Was Like An Aladdin's Cave For Me. Entire Worlds And Lives Can Be Found Just Behind That Glossy Cover. All You Had To Do Was Look." Claire (watermelon)