There Are No Days More Full Than

There Are No Days More Full Than Those We Go Back To.

We Shape Ourselves By Our Imaginative Reach.

This Is Not My Life. These Are Not My Cobwebs. This Is Not The Darkness I Was Designed For.

It Struck Me That Distant Cities Are Designed Precisely So You Can Know Where You Came From.

It Is Not Fashionable Anymore, I Suppose, To Have A Regard For One's Mother In The Way My Brother And I Had Then, In The Mid-1950s, When The Noise Outside The Window Was Mostly Wind And Sea Chime.