One Forgets So Quickly One's Own Youth.

Christmas It Seems To Me Is A Necessary Festival; We Require A Season When We Can Regret All The Flaws In Our Human Relationships: It Is The Feast Of Failure, Sad But Consoling.

So Much In Writing Depends On The Superficiality Of One's Days.

God Save Us Always,' I Said 'from The Innocent And The Good.

He Was Like A Child With Haemophilia: Every Contact Drew Blood.

You Cannot Control What You Love--you Watch It Driving Recklessly Towards The Broken Bridge, The Torn-up Track, The Horror Of Seventy Years Ahead.