Like my grandmother he kept secrets the way other people kept fish. They were a hobby, a fascination, his underwater collection of the rare and the strange. Occasionally something would float up to the surface, unexpected, unexplained

“There are three kinds of big endings: Revenge. Tragedy. Forgiveness. Revenge an…”

“Six books… my mother didn’t want books falling into my hands. It never occurred…”

“The baby explodes into an unknown world that is only knowable through some kind…”

“I have noticed that doing the sensible thing is only a good idea when the decis…”