There is an arch supported by four vast columns. Etched over hundreds and hundreds of yards of stone, furlongs of stone, there are names: Who are these, these? The men who died in this battle?No. The...
Memory is the only thing that binds you to earlier selves; for the rest, you become an entirely different being every decade or so, sloughing off the old persona, renewing and moving on. You are not w...
It's better to have a malign providence than an indifferent one.
If only I could have my time again.
We all operate on different levels of awareness. Half the time I don't know what I'm doing.
Lonely's like any other organism; competitive and resourceful in the struggle to perpetuate itself.
Knowing one was comprised of recycled matter only and that selfhood was a delusion did not take away the aching of the heart.
In Frank I have found something beyond me, beyond my understanding, this is where some incredible core of me is destined to be even if not in this life.
I suppose it was a dream that lasted really about fifty years. By the time universal education had begun to work properly, say 1925, and the time the first teachers started to hold back information, s...
I never for a moment considered killing myself, because it wouldn't have achieved anything.
As she made coffee in the kitchen and tried to spoon the frozen ice-cream from its carton without snapping the shaft off the spoon, Elizabeth was struck, not for the first time, by the thought that he...
As he rounded the corner, he saw two dozen men, naked to the waist, digging a hole thirty yards square at the side of the path. For a moment he was baffled. It seemed to have no agricultural purpose;...
The men loved jokes, though they had heard each one before. Jack's manner was persuasive; few of them had seen the old stories so well delivered. Jack himeself laughed a little, but he was able to see...
Sometimes my whole life seems like a dream; occasionally I think that someone else has lived it for me. The events and the sensations, the stories and the things that make me what I am in the eyes of...
Currents of desire and excitement that she had not known or thought about for years now flooded in her. She wanted him to bring alive what she had buried, and to demean, destroy, her fabricated self.
Cheers,' she said as I left, 'and don't forget you're seeing Matt and I on Monday.'I thought for a moment she'd said 'matineye', an East End pronunciation of 'matinee'. Was I meant to review it?
But I think if any song can touch the heart, then one should value it.
And in that history you're trying to connect to something that once was yours - to something purer, better, something that you lost or something, maybe, that you never knew but that you feel you knew.
There aren't many great passages written about food, but I love one by George Millar, who worked for the SOE in the second world war and wrote a book called 'Horned Pigeon.' He had been on the run and...
I'd never chosen to be alone, but that was the way things had turned out, and I'd grown used to it.