Life is extremely short and you cannot dance to current affairs.

Nobody has the time to sit down and explain the first world from first principles.

That is how we lived, happily and without hope. I was very young then, and I did not miss having a future because I did not know I was entitled to one.

And thus love makes fools of us all.

It was the month of May and there was warm sunshine dripping through the holes between the clouds, like the sky was a broken blue bowl and a child was trying to keep honey in it.

This is the forked tongue of grief again. It whispers in one ear: return to what you once loved best, and in the other ear it whispers, move on.

Things that we have to really dare ourselves to do come quite naturally to others.