I haven't changed much, over the years. I use less adjectives, now, and have a kinder heart, perhaps.

How far does a pretence of feeling, maintained with absolute conviction, become authentic?

Women's sexy underwear is a minor but significant growth industry of late-twentieth-century Britain in the twilight of capitalism.

Though I still turn up my coat-collar in a lonely way and am always looking at myself in mirrors, they’re only habits and give no clue at all to my character, whatever that is. The most difficult performance in the world is acting naturally isn’t it? Everything else is artful.

He was a lovely man in many ways. But he kept on insisting on forgiving me when there was nothing to forgive.

I think it's one of the scars in our culture that we have too high an opinion of ourselves. We align ourselves with the angels instead of the higher primates.

Is not this world an illusion? And yet it fools everybody.