But I'm Thinking About 12

Yes, A Dark Time Passed Over This Land, But Now There Is Something Like Light.

I Think I'm Far Too Hopeful And Trusting. That's Something I Got From My Mum.

Every Time I Get Through The Work On A Book Of Nonfiction, I Say I'll Never Do It Again; It Takes So Much Out Of You.

At That Moment I Was Sure. That I Belonged In My Skin. That My Organs Were Mine And My Eyes Were Mine And My Ears, Which Could Only Hear The Silence Of This Night And My Faint Breathing, Were Mine, And I Loved Them And What They Could Do.

I Worked At Magazines For Over 10 Years Before I Even Thought Of Writing A Book.