And I don’t know what difference it made, this sudden flash. It wasn’t like I wanted to, you know, grab life in a passionate embrace and vow never to let it go until it let go of me. In a way, it make...
After Sophie had scraped the last of the makeup off her face, she was aware of the first sharp pangs of something that felt like homesickness. They'd already been told that the BBC wanted another seri...
A Tragic Honesty, like the Ian Hamilton biography of Lowell that I read recently, is a sad and occasionally terrifying account of how creativity can be simultaneously fragile and self-destructive; it...
Some things were better, some were worse, and the only way one can ever learn to understand one's own youth is by accepting both halves of the proposition.
To father) Aren't you glad that you've never had to buy vegeterian cookery books as the first small step on the road to getting inside someone's knickers?(father) ...however vegeterian recepies you ha...
Ella pasó por una especie de Kramer contra Kramer en su día. Ya sabes, una de esas chaladuras presuntuosas en las que uno trata de averiguar quién demonios es.- ¿Y al final averiguó quién era?- No, no...