The Night Swallowed Him Up Like A

She Wanted To Return To Her Dream. Perhaps It Was Still Somewhere There Behind Her Closed Eyelids. Perhaps A Little Of Its Happiness Still Clung Like Gold Dust To Her Lashes. Don't Dreams In Fairy Tales Sometimes Leave A Token Behind?

Women Were Different, No Doubt About It. Men Broke So Much More Quickly. Grief Didn't Break Women. Instead It Wore Them Down, It Hollowed Them Out Very Slowly.

Every Book Should Begin With Attractive Endpapers. Preferably In A Dark Colour: Dark Red Or Dark Blue, Depending On The Binding. When You Open The Book It's Like Going To The Theatre. First You See The Curtain. Then It's Pulled Aside And The Show Begins.

My Son Always Says I Like Very Weird Music.

Perhaps The Story In The Book Is Just The Lid On A Pan: It Always Stays The Same, But Underneath There's A Whole World That Goes On - Developing And Changing Like Our Own World.