The night, a living presence, was in constant motion, shifting itself, sighing, breathing. She wondered if perhaps it, too, was trying to get warm. ― Laird Koenig, The Little Girl Who Lives Down the Lane    A young Martin Sheen as a pervert. I avoided The Little Girl Who Lives Down The Lane for almost thirty years. … Continue reading I’d have to stay alone, keep out of trouble and make myself very small in the world.