I'm Not Sure I Believe

Some Books You Read. Some Books You Enjoy. But Some Books Just Swallow You Up, Heart And Soul.

I Could Do With A Bit More Excess. From Now On I'm Going To Be Immoderate--and Volatile--i Shall Enjoy Loud Music And Lurid Poetry. I Shall Be Rampant.

Before You Have Children, You Mostly Think About The World In Terms Of Yourself. And When You Become A Parent, The Focus Shifts To Somebody Else.

Children Are Knives, My Mother Once Said. They Don’t Mean To, But They Cut. And Yet We Cling To Them, Don’t We, We Clasp Them Until The Blood Flows.

The Right Circumstances Sometimes Happen Of Their Own Accord, Slyly, Without Fanfare, Without Warning. Layman's Alchemy. . . . The Magic Of Everyday Things.