The Human Longing For Story Is So

If We Understand The Past, We Are More Likely To Recognise What Is Happening Around Us.

Finish The Day's Writing When You Still Want To Continue.

The Poets Whom I Knew Then Were All Men And All Seemed Dauntingly Sure Of Themselves - Although I Am Sure That Really They Were As Uncertain As I Was.

For You Where Never My Blood Sister So No More Shall I Call You Little Sister

The Human Longing For Story Is So Powerful, So Primitive, That It Seems Like Something Not Learned, But Locked Into Our Genes.