We were restless for ages...After a while I heard an owl hooting and calmed myself by thinking of it flying over the dark fields – and then I remembered it would be pouncing on mice. I love owls, but I wish God had made them vegetarian.

Perhaps it would really be rather dull to be married and settled for life. Liar! It would be heaven.

The Devil's out of fashion.

Prayer's a very tricky business.

I am a restlessness inside a stillness inside a restlessness.

And at last father flung the rug off as if it were hampering him and strode over to the table saying, 'cocoa, cocoa!'-- it might have been the most magnificent drink in the world; which, personally, I think it is.

I was wandering around as usual, in my unpleasantly populated sub-conscious.