Would You Like A Whiskey?' I Say.

But Why Do You Want To Talk To Me?' He Is Going To Say: 'because You Look So Kind,' Or 'because You Look So Beautiful And Kind,' Or, Subtly, 'because You Look As If You'll Understand....' He Says: 'because I Think You Won't Betray Me.' I Had Meant To Get This Mean To Talk To Me And Tell Me All About It, And Then Be So Devastatingly English That Perhaps I Should Manage To Hurt Him A Little In Return For All The Many Times I've Been Hurt.... 'because I Think You Won't Betray Me, Because I Think You Won't Betray Me....' Now It Won't Be So Easy.

I Found When I Was A Child That If I Put The Hurt Into Words, It Would Go.

I Like Shape Very Much. A Novel Has To Have Shape, And Life Doesn't Have Any.

They Say When Trouble Comes Close Ranks, And So The White People Did.

Only The Magic And The Dream Are True — All The Rest's A Lie.