Depression is anger slowed down; panic is grief speeded up.

The thief you must fear the most is not the one who steals mere things.

Afterwards, in bed with a book, the spell of television feels remote compared to the journey into the page. To be in a book. To slip into the crease where two pages meet, to live in the place where your eyes alight upon the words to ignite a world of smoke and peril, colour and serene delight. That is a journey no one can end with the change of a channel. Enduring magic.

You think you're safe. Until you see a picture like that. And then you know you'll always be a slave to the present because the present is more powerful than the past, no matter how long ago the present happened.

Writing is a hellish task, best snuck up on, whacked on the head, robbed and left for dead.

Depression is anger slowed down; panic is grief speeded up.

Hope is a gift. You can't choose to have it. To believe and yet to have no hope is to thirst beside a fountain.