During The Act Of Writing

Life Is A Disease.

During The Act Of Writing I Have Told Myself Something That I Didn't Know I Knew.

I'm Always Aware That I Risk Being Taken For A Neurasthenic Prima Donna When I Explain To Someone Who Wants 'just A Little' Of My Time That Five Minutes Of The Wrong Kind Of Distraction Can Ruin A Working Day.

I Believe That Dreams Transport Us Through The Underside Of Our Days, And That If We Wish To Become Acquainted With The Dark Side Of What We Are, The Signposts Are There, Waiting For Us To Translate Them.

Who Wanted To Creep Along In Comfort When There Was One Chance In A Thousand Of Flying?