A Spider Brings Good Luck

If Wishes Were Horses, Beggars Would Ride.

I Am Fascinated By How People Eat And What It Reveals About Them.

What Is A Writer Of Fiction But A Liar With A Licence?

The Battle Of Good And Evil Reduced To A Fat Woman Standing In Front Of A Chocolate Shop, Saying, Will I? Won’t I? In Pitiful Indecision.

I'm Phobic About The Idea Of Being Constrained.