But One Discarded Dreams And

The Known Child I Wondered To What Extent People Remained The Same As They'd Been When Very Young; If One Peeled Back The Layers Of Living One Would Come To The Known Child.

Love's Easy To Learn. It's Like Taking A Risk. You Set Your Mind On It And Refuse To Be Afraid, And In No Time You Feel Terrifically Exhilarated And All Your Inhibitions Fly Out Of The Window.

Writing A Novel Proved To Be The Hardest, Most Self-analyzing Task I Had Ever Attempted, Far Worse Than An Autobiography: And Its Rewards Were Greater Than I Expected.

But People As A Rule Believe Only What They Want To Believe, And If You Tell Them Anything Else They'll Call You A Trouble-maker And Get Rid Of You And Never Give You Your Job Back, Even If What You Said Is Proved Spot On Right By Time.

Life Has A Way Of Kicking One Along Like A Football, Or So I've Found. Fate Had Never Dealt Me Personally A Particularly Easy Time, But That Was Ok, That Was Normal. Most People, It Seemed To Me, Took Their Turn To Be Football. Most Survived. Some Didn't.