I whisper like the sea in the horse's ear.

It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.

Mum liked to say that some things happen for a reason, that sometimes obstacles were there to stop you from doing something stupid.

The tourists always seem to want something. On Thisby, it's less about wanting, and more about being." I wonder after I say it if he'll think I sound like have no drive or ambition.

It's a strange thing, to be talked about instead of talked to.

I am so, so alive.

I lost a horse today.''That sounds careless. What happened?''She jumped off a cliff.''A cliff! Is that normal?

Boys", she says, "just aren't very good at being afraid.

He keeps getting older while I'm not paying attention.

The truth is, I feel myself being fascinated and repelled by her: She's both a mirror of myself and a door to part of this island that I'm not.

I seem at once cursed to say precisely what I'm thinking to him and unable to tell what he thinks about it.

In those glorious moments when someone sees, really sees, your art and bothers to tell you so, relish it!

If everything is an illusion. To experiment is to find out what's real.

Those who have few things to attend to are great babblers for the less men think the more they talk.

Three hours a day will produce as much as a man ought to write.

In truth it matters less what we do... than how we do it and why.

There cannot be creation without a lot of energy.

Requiring that an execution be relatively painless...actually undermines the very premise on which public approval of the retribution rationale is based.

Five hundred souls. I carried them in my fingers, like suitcases. Or I'd throw them over my shoulder. It was only the the children I carried in my arms.

I hate being good. -Mary Poppins

No matter what you do in life, a part of you still sits at a curbside, still hearing the drumbeat of a distant parade, still waiting for it to turn the corner.