The word 'however' is like an imp coiled beneath your chair. It induces ink to form words you have not yet seen, and lines to march across the page and overshoot the margin. There are no endings. If you think so you are deceived as to their nature. They are all beginnings. Here is one. -- Hilary Mantel, Bring Up the Bodies
Tuesday, February 23, 2016
There are no endings.
