Margaret Leigh

Mr Brooke himself was not in a position to be quickly conscious of anything except a general slipping away of ideas within himself: he had even a little singing in the ears, and he was the only person who had not yet taken distinct account of the echo or discerned the image of himself. Few things hold the perceptions more thoroughly captive than an

"Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what's inside you, to make your soul grow.” - Kurt Vonnegut

I realized that he was there as audience, while Cynthia’s role was to divulge information, about herself, mostly. It was clear that she was used to doing this, had behaved in this manner all her life. If Martin were audience we were little more than props, brought in to express appreciation. It was true that she was unfortunate; what was interestin

“I’m not sure I can leave the wood,” he said, when the trees were thinning and the Hall was in sight. “Walk in time,” said Tobias. “Think of your map.” He could see it in his head, Silver’s Hallow Wood, the primaeval forest spilling off the edges of the paper. There was a time three thousand years gone you could have walked from one end of the coun

—Pace is often dictated by nerves, and nerves can also be controlled by the breath. If you’re gabbling, register that and take a moment. Feel the soles of your feet on the floor; let your brain drop into your stomach; breathe through your feet. Relax. Pick up your thought and start again.

He’s joined enough rebellions over the years, when the realm was being badly governed. Helped Maud against Stephen. Brought King John to the treaty table and King Charles to the chopping block. He could do that now, pledge his sword to these women and carry them to victory. But the problem with victory is that time keeps happening afterwards, and p

When you were a child, did elders in your life ever say certain sayings or proverbs about life? If so, what are one or two that you remember?

The question still unsettles me when I later drive into town to pick up supplies. Who is asking for directions to my farm? The query could be perfectly innocent, asked by someone in search of the previous owner, unaware that the woman passed away three years ago at age eighty-eight. She was, by all accounts, legendary for her sharp wit and her bad

I exulted in this elusiveness, imagining myself a shape-shifting trickster, legible only as I wanted.