He Never Wanted To Be Away From

The Story Fails But Your Faith In The Importance Of Doing The Story Doesn't Fail.

It Was At This Time That She Entirely Gave Up On Reading. The Covers Of Books Looked Like Coffins To Her, Either Shabby Or Ornate, And What Was Inside Them Might As Well Have Been Dust.

I Would Have A Flick Of Fear, As In A Dream When You Find Yourself In The Wrong Building Or Have Forgotten The Time For The Exam And Understand That This Is Only The Tip Of Some Shadowy Cataclysm Or Lifelong Mistake.

Lovers. Not A Soft Word, As People Thought, But Cruel And Tearing.

My Head Was A Magpie's Nest Lined With Such Bright Scraps Of Information.