Tools Have Their Own Integrity.

I Miss You Even More Than I Could Have Believed; And I Was Prepared To Miss You A Good Deal.

To Hope For Paradise Is To Live In Paradise, A Very Different Thing From Actually Getting There.

I Like Owls. I Admire Their Intransigent Spirit. I Have Respected Them Deeply Ever Since I Met A Baby Owl In A Wood, When It Fell Over Dead, Apparently From Sheer Temper, Because I Dared To Approach It. It Defied Me First, And Then Died. I Have Never Forgotten The Horror And Shame I Experienced When That Soft Fluffy Thing (towards Which I Had Nothing But The Most Humanitarian Motives) Fell Dead From Rage At My Feet.

Tools Have Their Own Integrity.

It Is Dreadful How I Miss You, And Everything That Everybody Says Seems Flat And Stupid.