The truth is deafening, no matter how softly it is spoken.

I have outlived most of my more athletic contemporaries who jogged, golfed and squashed themselves into coronary occlusion.

Everyone had a Japanese maple, although after Pearl Harbor most of these were patriotically poisoned, ringbarked and extirpated.

Most of my contemporaries at school entered the World of Business, the logical destiny of bores.

My mother used to say that there are no strangers, only friends you haven't met yet. She's now in a maximum security twilight home in Australia

New Zealand is a country of thirty thousand million sheep, three million of whom think they are human.

I like people who are slightly unhygienic. A little grubbiness isn't so bad. BO chic it should be called.