When You Think Night And Day And

I Read The Old Curiosity Shop Before I Began Blackwood Farm. I Was Amazed At The Utter Madness In That Book.

My Body Is No Schoolboy.

A Perfect World Or A World Destroyed, One Or The Other- Someday Will Come The End Of Hell.

Perhaps I Fear Him Because I Could Love Him Again, And In Loving Him, I Would Come To Need Him, And In Needing Him, I Would Again Be His Faithful Pupil In All Things, Only To Discover That His Patience For Me Is No Substitute For The Passion Which Long Ago Blazed In His Eyes.

The Truth Is, Laughter Always Sounds More Perfect Than Weeping. Laughter Flows In A Violent Riff And Is Effortlessly Melodic. Weeping Is Often Fought, Choked, Half Strangled, Or Surrendered To With Humiliation.