Somehow the river is louder when you cover your ears.

The water is this marvellous blue. It’s so blue that once you see it you realise you’ve never seen blue before. That other thing you were calling blue is some other colour, it’s not blue. This, this is blue. It’s a blue that comes down from the sky into the water so that when you look in the sea you think sky and when you look at the sky you think sea.

Hope may or may not be a Thing with Feathers. But it’s definitely a Thing with Claws.

Somehow the river is louder when you cover your ears.

We tell stories. We tell stories to pass the time, to leave the world for a while, or go more deeply into it. We tell stories to heal the pain of living.

When you’re different you’ve got two choices. You can stand out or you step back.

All writers are waiting for replies. That’s what I’ve learned. Maybe all human beings are