We are creatures of story.

I concentrate on the lives of individuals whom the reader comes to know and feel with intimately.

When you are young you don't always realise how full of doubts everybody is.

For you where never my blood sister so no more shall I call you little sister

i wish i was away in Ingo far across the briny sea sailing over deepest waters where neither care nore worry trouble me

Reread, rewrite, reread, rewrite. If it still doesn't work, throw it away. It's a nice feeling, and you don't want to be cluttered with the corpses of poems and stories which have everything in them except the life they need.

It is a violation which has obsessed the tyrants of the twentieth century. They do not want simply to kill their opponents, but to liquidate them, to deny that they have ever existed.