October proved a riot a riot to the senses and climaxed those giddy last weeks before Halloween.
In setting down these recollections of my early years so far removed from their unfolding, I am fooled, as all are, by time itself. My parents, long gone from my world, live again. Memory, which so co...
Love is the madness which allows us to believe in magic.
Never enter a toy shop after midnight.
Everybody is on something these days. It's a racket. Overprescribing, masking the problem.
Love makes us do wicked things.
Memory, which so confounds our waking life with anticipation and regret, may well be our one earthly consolation when time slips out of joint.
In the dream house, the boy listened for the monster under his bed.
The children will need new stories and fairy tales to see them through their nightmares and daydreams, to transfigure their sorrows and fears at not being able to remain children forever.
The bed in which we spend a third of our lives functions as a kind of protective haven for the true self, the subconscious refuge from the assault of the external world. The bed becomes the restorativ...
I beg you to understand and accept that no matter what name, I am what I am.
I am gone and am not coming back, but I remember everything.
Imaginary friends often leave without warning.
I would not want to be a child again, for a child exists in uncertainty and danger. Our flesh and blood, we cannot help but fear for them, as we hope for them to make their way in this life.
He put his life on hold as he waited for his life to begin.
It's only a story.' As if such words made it less real. But I did not believe him even then, for stories were written down, and the words on the page were proof enough. Fixed and permanent in time, th...
He could be alone with her, but it was difficult learning to be alone without her.
Had you not been born, you would not know that it is like to be alive, and without life, death is impossible to understand.
Between the covers, a book can be a sin.
To lose one’s name is the beginning of forgetting.