The Process Of Giving Is Without Limits.

Places Do Not Lose Their Identity, However Far One Travels. It Is The Heart That Begins To Erode Over Time. The Face In The Hotel Mirror Seems Blurred Some Mornings, As If By Too Many Casual Looks. By Ten The Sheets Will Be Laundered, The Carpet Swept. The Names On The Hotel Registers Change As We Pass. We Leave No Trace As We Pass On. Ghostlike, We Cast No Shadow.

Change Isn't Always Comfortable, But It Is A Fact Of Life.

Divination Is A Means Of Telling Ourselves What We Already Know.

I Like Autumn. The Drama Of It; The Golden Lion Roaring Through The Back Door Of The Year, Shaking Its Mane Of Leaves. A Dangerous Time; Of Violent Rages And Deceptive Calm, Of Fireworks In The Pockets And Conkers In The Fist.

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.