Pride may go before a fall, but jealousy goes before destruction.

November wind has a sound different from any other. It is easy to imagine the cave of the winds in some mythical Northland where the winds are born and the gods send them out to conquer the quiet air.

Old houses, I thought, do not belong to people ever, not really, people belong to them.

The creative instincts, the love force must be nourished with every beat of our hearts until they overbalance the destructive instincts.

The curious thing about fishing is you never want to go home. If you catch something, you can't stop. If you don't catch anything, you hate to leave in case something might bite.

Almost all words do have colour and nothing is more pleasant than to utter a pink word and see someone's eyes light up and know it is a pink word for him or her too.

Nothing makes a house cozier than cats.