Most stories are not about people but about life, an addiction like the rest of them that destroys you even as you love it, but you love it anyway and can never get enough.
We fit the pieces of our life together in a pattern, but there is no image on the puzzlebox to guide us.
Before Elfrida Phipps left London for good and moved to the country, she made a trip to Battersea Dogs' Home, and returned with a canine companion. It took a good, and heart-rending, half hour of searching, but as soon as she saw him, sitting very cl...
Sometimes we know people who are too wonderful for words. I am not one of them. Or you, for that matter, as you well know.
We make our own rules and lose by them.
Nothing you did made sense and nothing you’ll ever do.
Men do not die on mornings like this: whatever happens then happens in their name, like the lives of obscure saints, who exist only in folk memory.
Sometimes you go so far in your life, you can’t get back though you know it’s not really your life.
