For I did not want him to see, or to question me, for here contains already secrets, and my secrets are my fortune and my sanity.

Because faithfulness is not a human question, but a divine one.

For I did not want him to see, or to question me, for here contains already secrets, and my secrets are my fortune and my sanity.

I am old enough to know that time passing is just a trick, a convenience. Everything is always there, still unfolding, still happening. The past, the present, and the future, in the noggin eternally, like brushes, combs and ribbons in a handbag.

It is always worth itemising happiness, there is so much of the other thing in a life, you had better put down the markers for happiness while you can.

Tears have a better character cried alone. Pity can sometimes be more wolf than dog.

It had been a war of kingly poisons, in the air, in the memory, in the blood.