He Who Hesitates Is Not

Briony Began To Understand The Chasm That Lay Between An Idea And Its Execution.

The Evasions Of Her Little Novel Were Exactly Those Of Her Life. Everything She Did Not Wish To Confront Was Also Missing From Her Novella--and Was Necessary To It.

It Was Always The View Of My Parents...that Hot Weather Encouraged Loose Morals Among Young People.

What Is It Precisely, That Feeling Of 'returning' From A Poem? Something Is Lighter, Softer, Larger - Then It Fades, But Never Completely.

I'm Quite Good At Not Writing.