Voices<br>Voices in my head$$$<br>Chanting$$$ 'Kisses. Bread.<br>Prove yourself. Fight. Shove.<br>Learn. Earn. Look for love'$$$<br>Drown a lesser voice$$$<br>Silent now of choice:<br>'Breathe in peace$$$ and be<br>Still$$$ for once$$$ like me'.

But in Ward 9 the air had a real quality$$$ it clamped itself over your face like a pad of cotton wool$$$ soaked through with the sweet chloroform of utter sadness.

They lose the day in expectation of the night$$$ and the night in fear of the dawn.

And that's when I realized$$$ when you're a kid you don't need a costume$$$ you ARE superman.

The blossom of the pear tree is the most prosaic$$$ vulgar thing in the world. The less one sees this particular blossom the better...

Women without prospect$$$ who lead dull earnest lives and rejoice in their petty little pseudo-pleasures$$$ I find quite depressing and despicable.

Someone who butts in when you're talking and smugly provides the ending herself. Indeed anyone who butts in$$$ be they child or adult$$$ is most infuriating.

And then I did what I had never done in his presence$$$ much less in his arms. I cried.

You can't brace yourself for famine if you've never known hunger.

The greatest discovery of any generation is that human beings can alter their lives by altering the attitudes of their minds.