The Wind Always Brings Us Back To

I Carried Recipes In My Head Like Maps.

A Spider Brings Good Luck Before Midnight And Bad Luck After.

Everything Comes Home, My Mother Used To Say; Every Word Spoken, Every Shadow Cast, Every Footprint In The Sand. It Can't Be Helped; It's Part Of What Makes Us Who We Are.

I Think If You Are An Outsider Then You Are An Outsider Always.

I Like Literature That You Respond To In Some Way. You Laugh, You Cry, You Turn The Light On - That's Great, It's Eliciting A Response By Proxy.