This Is The Forked Tongue

I Do Think It Is Harder To Acknowledge Our Strengths, Or To Forgive Ourselves And Each Other For Our Shortcomings, When There Has Not Been A Result We Can All Agree On.

My Maternal Grandmother Was In London During The Blitz. Indeed, The Man She Was Dating Before She Met My Grandfather Was Killed Beside Her In A Cinema, In 1941, When A Bomb Came Through The Roof - A Tragedy In Which She Herself Was Badly Wounded.

I Know That The Hopes Of This Whole Human World Can Fit Inside One Soul.

Your Culture Has Become Sophisticated, Like A Computer, Or A Drug That You Take For A Headache. You Can Use It, But You Cannot Explain How It Works. Certainly Not To Girls Who Stack Up Their Firewood Against The Side Of The House.

The Reason Why I Love People, And Writing About Them, Is Because They Don't Always Respond With Hate And Anger. If They Did I Wouldn't Have A Story To Tell. Who Wants To Know About Someone Who Was Brutalised And Became Brutal? I'm Interested In The Exceptions.