Oh, Love. Love Is Best Of All.

Whatever The Hell I Am, I Am Me.

I Like Films, Or Some Films, And Would Be Intrigued To See My Work On Screen.

I'm Not Very Good At Being Alive. Sometimes I Despair Of Ever Mastering It, Getting It Right. When I'm Old, Perhaps.

How Massively The Mountains Stand, While Low To The Ground The Sand Blows. The Sand Blows On And On. And Then There Are No Mountains, None At All, The Sand Has Kissed And Whispered Them Away. And Still, The Sand Blows On.

I Tend Not To Analyse My Work, Though I'm Frequently Intrigued When Other People Take Time To Do So.