I love the night. Anything seems possible at night when the rest of the world has gone to sleep. It's dark and silent in the house, but if I listen close, I hear the beat beat beat of my heart. I hear...
Sometimes children must be left alone to be still and silent, and to do.
And what is wrong with playing with words? Words love to be played with, just like children or kittens do!
The beauties of the North seemed to be intensified by the loss we had experienced there, and they drew us back to them.
This might be heaven!We might be living in heaven right now! And we might be the angels!
Can love help a person to get better?’ I asked.
I said, 'Do you know what shoulder blades are for?'She giggled.'Do you not even know that?' she said.
We stand dead still and we listen to the night. The city drones. An owl hoots and a cat howls and a dog barks and a siren wails.We let the stars shine into us.
Look at the earth and you think it's solid, he said. But look deeper and you'll see it's riddled with tunnels. A warren. A labyrinth.
We come to a lamp beside the pathway, and suddenly we stop walking, and we start to dance, and we glitter in the shafts of light, like stars, like flies, like flakes of dust.
This is our world. Aye, there's more than enough of darkness in it. But over everything there's all this joy, Kit. There's all this lovely, lovely light.
Then what shall I write? I can't just write that this happened then this happened then this happened to boring infinitum. I'll let my journal grow just like the mind does, just like a tree or beast do...
Writing will be like a journey, every word a footstep that takes me further into undiscovered land.
Words should wander and meander. They should fly like owls and flicker like bats and slip like cats. They should murmur and scream and dance and sing.
They say that shoulder blades are where your wings were, when you were an angel, she said. They say they're where your wings will grow again one day.
What are you? I whispered.He shrugged again.Something, he said. Something like you, something like a beast, something like a bird, something like an angel. He laughed. Something like that.