Rooms are a fixed size, which can't be altered without pulling down walls and building new ones. They should be unchanging in shape and proportions. But sometimes they do change depending on who's in them.

She was--I keep using the past tense; I ought to say she is--one of those people who, at first sight, look plain, are quiet, unassertive, unmemorable even. But who, when they start to talk and you get to know them, become more and more attractive and impressive, and you see that in fact they are beautiful. Not conventionally beautiful, not celebrity beautiful, but beautiful all through.

I huff and puff and struggle with every sentence, paragraph and page - sometimes every word as well.

History dies without the present. There is no future without the path made to it by the past.

Self pity is a disease which does not kill but corrodes.

And trust dies from ifs and buts

And the price for being a homo-hater should be as high as anyone can pay.