My Heart Was Beating Like An Army

The Human Soul Is Not Framed For Continued Proximity, And The Result Of This Enforced Neighbourhood Is Often An Appalling Loneliness For Which The Rules Of The Game Forbid Assuagement.

Bereavement Is A Darkness Impenetrable To The Imagination Of The Unbereaved

Love Can't Always Do Work. Sometimes It Just Has To Look Into The Darkness.

It Is Difficult In Life To Be Good, And Difficult In Art To Portray Goodness. Perhaps We Don't Know Much About Goodness.

Food Is A Profound Subject And One, Incidentally, About Which No Writer Lies.