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If Love Is What Is Held To Make Us Immortal, Hatred Is The Reverse.

Hope Is Like One Of Those Orchids That Grows Around Toxic Waste: Lovely In Itself - And An Assertion, If You Like, Of Indefatigable Good - But A Sure Sign That Something Nasty Lies Underneath.

People Are Least Aware Of Others When Demonstrating Their Own Power Over Them.

That's Writing For You: When You Make Space For Passion, It Doesn't Turn Up.

Parenthood, Like Death, Is An Event For Which It Is Nearly Impossible To Be Prepared. It Brings You Into A New Relationship With The Fact Of Your Own Existence, A Relationship In Which One May Be Rendered Helpless.