Ask for Forgiveness, Not Permission.

There’s life in his face again. It occurs to me that this is the best thing I could have done, it’s actually a great way to leave, because it’s giving Gavin the message that we haven’t been defeated, we are up for it, we’re young, we’re in control of our lives again, we can charge into the future with confidence. When we round the corner of the driveway I take his hand and we run down to the gate together.

We’d thought that we were among the first humans to invade this basin, but humans had invaded everything, everywhere. They didn’t have to walk into a place to invade it.

I mean that the more confident people are about their beliefs, the more likely they are to be wrong. It’s the ones who are so certain, so black and white, the ones who never consider that they could be wrong or that anyone else could be right, they’re the ones who scare me. When you’re not confident at least you keep checking what you do and asking yourself if you’re on the right track.

I wonder if they realize how much I notice about them They probably haven’t a clue because I never look at them or show the slightest interest. But I’m very aware of everything. I remember seeing an old film once where a father says to his son: “Son when your mouth’s open you’re not learning anything.” If that’s true then I’m well on the way to becoming the world’s wisest woman.

Writing is not a job or activity. Nor do I sit at a desk writing for inspiration to strike. Writing is like a different kind of existence. In my life, for some of the time, I am in an alternative world, which I enter through day-dreaming or imagination. That world seems as real to me as the more tangible one of relationships and work, cars and taxes. I don’t know that they’re much different from each other.

The dreams now were simply of staying alive.

If you added up all the really significant episodes in your life they’d probably come to less than sixty minutes.

The world was quickly forgetting us. And there was little news to report.

Silence, sometimes my fortress, always my prison.