I hope, too, that my book will illuminate my belief that love of art - be it poetry, storytelling, painting, sculpture, or music - enables people to transcend any barrier man has yet devised.

Do you arrange your books alphabetically? (I hope not.)

People don't know how chickens can turn on you, but they can -- just like mad dogs.

Do you suppose the St. Swithin's furnace-man was my one true love? Since I never spoke to him, it seems unlikely, but at least it was a passion unscathed by disappointment.

I don’t know whether to feel flattered or hunted.

Those times, I tried to think of something happy, something I'd liked - but not something I loved, for that made it worse.

Miss X has always been a ditherer -- she was a ten month baby and has not improved in any material way since then.