In Terms Of The Secrets That Imbue

Afterwards, In Bed With A Book, The Spell Of Television Feels Remote Compared To The Journey Into The Page. To Be In A Book. To Slip Into The Crease Where Two Pages Meet, To Live In The Place Where Your Eyes Alight Upon The Words To Ignite A World Of Smoke And Peril, Colour And Serene Delight. That Is A Journey No One Can End With The Change Of A Channel. Enduring Magic.

Do You Think There's Such A Thing As A Ghost Who Masquerades As A Person? Do You Believe That There Are People Whose Bodies Are Still Alive Here On Earth But Whose Souls Are Already In Hell?

It's Important To Attend Funerals. It Is Important To View The Body, They Say, And To See It Committed To Earth Or Fire Because Unless You Do That, The Loved One Dies For You Again And Again.

Hope Is A Gift. You Can't Choose To Have It. To Believe And Yet To Have No Hope Is To Thirst Beside A Fountain.

Depression Is Anger Slowed Down; Panic Is Grief Speeded Up.