The white May blossom swooned slowly into the open mouth of the grave.
The past beats inside me like a second heart.
No two things the same, the equals sign a scandal.
Doing what you do well is death. Your duty is to keep trying to do things that you don't do well, in the hope of learning.
Perhaps all of life is no more than a long preparation for the leaving of it.
With the crime novels, its delightful to have protagonists I can revisit in book after book. Its like having a fictitious family.