In The Pit Of Red

There Is No Better Way To Know Us Than As Two Wolves, Come Separately To A Wood.

Fishing Provides That Connection With The Whole Living World. It Gives You The Opportunity Of Being Totally Immersed, Turning Back Into Yourself In A Good Way. A Form Of Meditation, Some Form Of Communion With Levels Of Yourself That Are Deeper Than The Ordinary Self.

Show Him Every Dawn & Read To Him Endlessly.

In The Pit Of Red You Hid From The Bone-clinic Whiteness But The Jewel You Lost Was Blue.

The Progress Of Any Writer Is Marked By Those Moments When He Manages To Outwit His Own Inner Police System.