Odd how clear it suddenly became, once a person had died, that the body was the very least of him.

Odd how clear it suddenly became, once a person had died, that the body was the very least of him.

My writing day has grown shorter as I've aged, although it seems to produce the same number of pages.

Liam really enjoyed a good movie. He found it restful to watch people's conversations without being expected to join in. But he always felt sort of lonesome if he didn't have someone next to him to nudge in the ribs at the good parts.

It is not how much you love someone, but who you are when you are with him.

They were like people who run to meet, holding out their arms, but their aim is wrong; they pass each other and keep running.

Time, in general, has always been a central obsession of mine - what it does to people, how it can constitute a plot all on its own. So naturally, I am interested in old age.