Fidelity Is A Matter Of Perception; Nobody

Time's Arrow, We Are Told, Is A One-way Thing. . . Memory's Arrow, Like The Needle Of A Compass Too Close To A Lodestone, Spins In All Directions.

More And More I'm Aware That The Permutations Are Not Unlimited.

Usually My Starting Point Is Something That I've Seen. It Might Be A Painting, It Might Be An Object. But They Always Start From A Definite Sensory Experience.

I'd Always Assumed I Was The Central Character In My Own Story, But Now It Occured To Me I Might In Fact Be Only A Minor Character In Someone Else's.

When You Suffer An Attack Of Nerves You're Being Attacked By The Nervous System. What Chance Has A Man Got Against A System?.