The brain heals the past like an injury.

The brain heals the past like an injury.

...an everlasting funeral marches round your heart.

What is the most innocent place in any country? Is it not the insane asylum? These people drift through life truly innocent, unable to see into themselves at all.

For the political world, I have come to believe, is fundamentally beyond anyone's control, yet we all go on as though it were a kind of vehicle that only needs a change of drivers in order to steer it away from its frequent hair-raising visits to the edge of the cliff.

... so many tremendous decisions in life are made because it is five o'clock.

I still feel-kind of temporary about myself.