I Do Not Think We Remember Our

Cats, I Always Think, Only Jump Into Your Lap To Check If You Are Cold Enough, Yet, To Eat.

To Be Able To Have The Space To Sit Down And Write Has Always Been My Central Policy.

And What Amazes Me As I Hit The Motorway Is Not The Fact That Everyone Loses Someone, But That Everyone Loves Someone. It Seems Like Such A Massive Waste Of Energy -- And We All Do It, All The People Beetling Along Between The White Lines, Merging, Converging, Overtaking. We Each Love Someone, Even Though They Will Die. And We Keep Loving Them, Even When They Are Not There To Love Any More. And There Is No Logic Or Use To Any Of This, That I Can See.

I Can't Think Of Anything You Might Say About Irish People That Is Absolutely True.

There Are Men Who Would Do Anything, Asleep, And I'm Not Sure What Stops Them When They Wake. I Do Not Know How They Draw The Line.