I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.

I suppose I'll always be over-vulnerable, slightly paranoid.

I felt dull and flat and full of shattered visions.

I said: I must remember this, being small.

I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on top of the beer can

The hardest thing, I think, is to live richly in the present, without letting it be tainted & spoiled out of fear for the future or regret for a badly-managed past.

I liked looking on at other people in crucial situations. If there was a road accident or a street fight or a baby pickled in a laboratory jar for me to look at, I'd stop and look so hard I never forgot it.