And Feeling Clever, I've Always Thought, Is

Arguing With A Dead Man In A Lavatory Is A Claustrophobic Experience.

It Is Photography Itself That Creates The Illusion Of Innocence. Its Ironies Of Frozen Narrative Lend To Its Subjects An Apparent Unawareness That They Will Change Or Die. It Is The Future They Are Innocent Of. Fifty Years On We Look At Them With The Godly Knowledge Of How They Turne Dout After All - Who They Married, The Date Of Their Death - With No Thought For Who Will One Day Be Holding Photographs Of Us.

Narrative Tension Is Primarily About Withholding Information.

He Saw That No One Owned Anything Really. It's All Rented, Or Borrowed. Our Possessions Will Outlast Us, We'll Desert Them In The End.

I Actually Find Novels That Are Determined To Be Funny At Every Turn Quite Oppressive.