The wind always brings us back to the same wall

Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.

People reveal so much of their mental processes online, simply because the psychological effect of anonymity just means that a whole raft of inhibitions are left alone when people log on.

Some books you read. Some books you enjoy. But some books just swallow you up, heart and soul.

Guilleaume left La Praline with a small bag of florentines in his pocket; before he had turned the corner of avenue des Francs Bourgeois I saw him stoop to offer one to the dog. A pat, a bark, a wagging of the short stubby tail. As I said, some people never have to think about giving.

This isn't the first time the world has come to an end, and it won't be the last either.

From a very young age my mother persuaded me that I could write for fun, but I had to have a proper job - very good advice.