Writing Is Tyranny ... But Reading Is

All Good Things Pass Away.

We Feel Cold, But We Don't Mind It, Because We Will Not Come To Harm. And If We Wrapped Up Against The Cold, We Wouldn't Feel Other Things, Like The Bright Tingle Of The Stars, Or The Music Of The Aurora, Or Best Of All The Silky Feeling Of Moonlight On Our Skin. It's Worth Being Cold For That.

Tell Him, We Are Not Devils But We Have Friends Who Are.

I Have Maintained A Passionate Interest In Education, Which Leads Me Occasionally To Make Foolish And Ill-considered Remarks Alleging That Not Everything Is Well In Our Schools. My Main Concern Is That An Over-emphasis On Testing And League Tables Has Led To A Lack Of Time And Freedom For A True, Imaginative And Humane Engagement With Literature.

Well, I Have An Idea, Usually A Visual Image Of Some Sort. A Setting. A Particular, I Don't Know, Urban Scene, A Particular Time Of Day. Something That Grips My Imagination For Some Reason.