It's Still Magic Even If You Know

I Thought Jet Planes Were Just Trucks With More Wings And Less Wheels.

Modesty Is Only Arrogance By Stealth.

The Sun Rose Slowly, As If It Wasn't Sure It Was Worth All The Effort.

I've Lost Both Parents In The Last Two Years, So You Pick Up On That Stuff. That's The Most Terrible Thing About Being An Author - Standing There At Your Mother's Funeral, But You Don't Switch The Author Off. So Your Own Innermost Thoughts Are Grist For The Mill.

It Seems Sensible To Me That We Should Look To The Medical Profession, That Over The Centuries Has Helped Us To Live Longer And Healthier Lives, To Help Us Die Peacefully Among Our Loved Ones In Our Own Home Without A Long Stay In God's Waiting Room.