I had a few ducks as a kid.

If you know anything about ducks, you know a baby duck will imprint itself on you. It misses its mother.

I had many good teachers, but only three of them were school teachers.

What a magical thing is the bed, and what a vulnerable, innocent creature is the sleeping human - the human who never looks more truthful or pitiful or benign; the curled-up, childlike dreaming soul who has for a few hours become an angel adrift.

Falling down is a very big subject, and so is the concept of downfall. None of us escapes, and I have had my share of both.

Out of economic hardship can come change - we are suddenly cast onto our wits and our talents and our resources and our strengths, as we lose all the choices we once had.