Lucky people should hide. Pray the days of wrath do not visit their home.

For why trap what is already trapped? It is only in flight that we know the freedom of the bird

Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.

Memory is never pure. And recollection is always coloured by the life lived since

The passion that transforms life, and art, did not seem to be mine.

All damaged people are dangerous. Survival makes them so.' 'Why?' 'Because they have no pity. They know what others can survive, as they did.

They say that childhood forms us, that those early influences are the key to everything. Is the peace of the soul so easily won? Simply the inevitable result of a happy childhood. What makes childhood happy? Parental harmony? Good health? Security? Might not a happy childhood be the worst possible preparation for life? Like leading a lamb to the slaughter.