Moonlight, white satin, roses. A bride.

Reading a book is like re-writing it for yourself.

If the Barbarians are destroyed, who will we then be able to blame for the bad things?

ordered me a sky from a florist

Aeneas carried his aged father on his back from the ruins of Troy and so do we all, whether we like it or not, perhaps even if we have never known them.

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

There are lots of things that you can brush under the carpet about yourself until you're faced with somebody whose needs won't be put off.