What folly takes light through ether to each eye from every horizon.

One of the biggest problems for beginning writers is this need to over-explain.

I pray for meaning. I pray for the limits of reality to become clear. For a world – and a type of being – that makes sense. I pray for a life after death that is not like this life. I pray for the end of mystery. What would a life be like with all the mysteries solved? If there were no questions, there’d be no stories. If there were no stories, there’d be no language. If there was no language there’d be no . . . What?

People make events into stories. Stories give events meaning.

Living for ever would be like marrying yourself, with no possibility of a divorce.

Sometimes you have to trust grownups, perhaps more so when they are not there to actually supervise you.

Most people would look at an animal in a cage and instinctively feel that it should be set free. . . . It's a dangerous world out there, filled with predators. . . . What would you prefer? A comfortable, safe, warm, cosy life in a cage, or an uncertain life of freedom.