The Human Heart, As Of

Mercy, I Think, Doesn't The Human Race Know Anything About Mercy?

A Good Book Can Make An Almost Impossible Existence, Liveable ( From 'the Luck Of The Word' )

In This Room The Hours Of Love Still Make Shadows.

You Were Destroyed By What You Befriended.

As A Child I Suppose I Was Not Quite Normal. My Happiest Times Were When I Was Left Alone In The House On A Saturday.