The kind of power mothers have is enormous.

Irish was a man of parts even if some of them didn't work too well.

The invisible is only another unexplored country, a brave new world.

Strangers used to gather together at the cinema and sit together in the dark, like Ancient Greeks participating in the mysteries, dreaming the same dream in unison.

Sad; so sad, those smoky-rose, smoky-mauve evenings of late Autumn, sad enough to pierce the heart.

I haven't changed much, over the years. I use less adjectives, now, and have a kinder heart, perhaps.

What a joy it is to dance and sing!