One is and is not in the centre of the maelstrom of it all.
I ought not to speak about the dead because the dead are all over the place.
Beckett had an unerring light on things, which I much appreciated.
This particular nurse said, Cancer cells are those which have forgotten how to die. I was so struck by this statement.
Clinton's hands remain incredibly clean, don't they, and Tony Blair's smile remains as wide as ever. I view these guises with profound contempt.
There are no hard distinctions between what is real and what is unreal, nor between what is true and what is false. A thing is not necessarily either true or false; it can be both true and false.