It's funny how we like labels. If I ever have a bookstore, I'm not going to put any labels on the sections.

I keep myself busy. Time goes faster that way.

When somebody is that patient, you have to feel grateful, and then you want to hurt them. Does that make any sense?

The space that I can call mine.. is so small that my ideas have become small. I am like a caterpillar in a cocoon of paper; all around me are sketches for sculptures, small drawings that seem like moths fluttering against the windows, beating their wings to escape from this tiny space.. Every day the ideas come more reluctantly, as though they know I will starve them and stunt their growth.

Home sweet home. No place like home. Take me home, country roads. Home is where the heart is. But my heart is here. So I must be home. Clare sighs, turns her head, and is quiet. Hi, honey. I'm home. I'm home.

Everything seems simple until you think about it.

The cure might be worse than the problem