I have found that sitting in a place where you have never sat before can be inspiring.

Stew's so comforting on a rainy day.

It's odd how different a house feels when one is alone in it. It makes it easier to think rather private thoughts.

Was I the only woman in the world who, at my age - and after a lifetime of quite rampant independence - still did not quite feel grown up?

Well, my paper has asked me to do a series: Lives of the Great Musicians, reading time 2 minutes.

And who says you always have to understand things? You can like them without understanding them -- like 'em better sometimes.

Only the margin left to write on now. I love you, I love you, I love you.