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To my children, who have changed me for the better.
And especially for Becks – with love, always.
‘There’s this world,’ she banged the wall graphically, ‘and there’s
this world,’ she thumped her chest. ‘If you want to make sense
of either, you have to take notice of both.’
Oranges are not the Only Fruit
‘My instinct about memory is that it is half imagination.’
‘Although poetry doesn’t have to be true,
it does have to have truth in it.’
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