It Might Be An Idea For All

You Can Always Spot A 'television Personality', Even When They Aren't Actually On Television, Because They Carry Their 'made-up' Persona In Front Of Them, Like Some Sort Of Baffler, Or Ready Brek Force Field. Their Reach For Notoriety Predicated On That Fulsome Mediocrity Of Talent Detailed Above Has Become Frozen In Their Faces.

The Future Continues To Preoccupy Me As A Reliable Source Of Hopes, Fears And Anxieties, But Increasingly The Present Seems To Have No Outstanding Qualities Of Its Own, Being Merely A Way-station Through Which Events Travel To The Vast Shadow Lands Of The Past.

The Novelist, Quite Rightly, Fears The Psychoanalyst As Both An Enemy And A Usurper.

Mother Sighed With Exasperation. "look, There Aren't Any "people In Charge Of Death". When You Die You Move To Another Part Of London, That's All There Is To It. Period.

Sometimes The Crowd Is The Madness - At Others It's The Absence Of The Crowd That Is.