I Have Admired Melissa Pritchard's Writing For

Have I Mentioned That I Expect Death Around Every Turn, That Every Blue Sky Has A Safe Sailing Out Of It, That Every Bus Runs Me Over, That Every Low, Mean Syllable Uttered In My Direction Seems To Intimate The Violence Of Murder, That Every Family Seems Like An Opportunity For Ruin And Every Marriage A Ceremony Into Which Calamity Will Fall And Hearts Will Be Broken And Lives Destroyed And People Branded By The Mortifications Of Love?

If I'm Going To Feel Estranged And Alienated And Away From Home I Don't Want Anyone Interrupting It To Debate Which Berries To Have In Their Pancakes.

God Howls With Laughter At Earthly Plans, You Know?

Tangled In One Another's Arms And Nine Times Out Of Ten The Things You Think About A Person Make It Impossible To Touch Them.

I Don't Know Exactly How Long The Book As We Know It Will Exist, But I Fully Expect To Make It To My Death Without Having To Give Up On Books.