Dreams are all I have ever truly owned.

What do I miss? Second-hand bookshops where I can find things I had no idea I wanted. AbeBooks helps, but it doesn't have that smell.

Autumn is leaving its mellowness behind for its spiky, rotted stage. Don't remember summer even saying goodbye.

An idler and a sluggard are as different as a gourmand and a glutton.

I’m scared of the future. I’m scared of the past. I’m nervous at the moment.

What wouldn't I give now for a never-changing map of the ever-constant ineffable? To possess, as it were, an atlas of clouds.

I've become a less brave traveller since I became a dad, but in the past I was more foolhardy than brave.