One Of The Injustices Of The World

Books Have Become Products, Like Cereal Or Perfume Or Deodorant.

But You Know Who You Are When You're On Your Own Out There In All That Emptiness. There's No Past, No Holding On To The Scraps That Are All You've Got Left. Everything Is That Minute, Or Maybe Tomorrow, Not Yesterday.

If Only' Repeated Again And Again In Her Head Like A Battering Ram...'if Only' Could Break Your Heart.

Should-haves Solve Nothing. It's The Next Thing To Happen That Needs Thinking About.

And If Things Always Stayed The Same, Scarlett, What Would Be The Reason For Bothering To Draw Breath?