This Was Long Before The Term 'single-parent

When I Was Still Quite Young I Had A Complete Presentiment Of Life. It Was Like The Nauseating Smell Of Cooking Escaping From A Ventilator: You Don't Have To Have Eaten It To Know That It Would Make You Throw Up.

The Ways In Which A Book, Once Read, Stays (and Changes) In The Reader's Mind Are Unpredictable.

How Often Do We Tell Our Own Life Story? How Often Do We Adjust, Embellish, Make Sly Cuts? And The Longer Life Goes On, The Fewer Are Those Around To Challenge Our Account, To Remind Us That Our Life Is Not Our Life, Merely The Story We Have Told About Our Life. Told To Others, But — Mainly — To Ourselves.

The Companionship Of Dead Writers Is A Wonderful Form Of Live Friendship.

If You’re That Clever You Can Argue Yourself Into Anything.