If I Was Made Of

What Writing Room Taught Me Was That I Know Exactly How To Be The Perfect Mother, But I'm Not Willing To Do It For More Than Ten Minutes At A Time.

...real Loneliness Is Having No One To Miss. Think Yourself Lucky You've Known Something Worth Missing.

In The World I Notice Persons Are Nearly Always Stressed And Have No Time...i Don't Know How Persons With Jobs Do The Jobs And All The Living As Well...i Guess The Time Gets Spread Very Thin Like Butter All Over The World, The Roads And Houses And Playgrounds And Stores, So There's Only A Little Smear Of Time On Each Place, Then Everyone Has To Hurry On To The Next Bit.

It's Painful To Consider Anything But Writing.

We Used To Call It Her Cinderella Complex, Because Often When She Had Agreed To Go Out In The Evening She Would Be Seized By Panic And Announce That She Had Nothing To Wear.