Writing is a concentrated form of thinking.

Every advance in knowledge and technique is matched by a new kind of death, a new strain. Death adapts, like a viral agent.

Nostalgia is a product of dissatisfaction and rage. It´s a settling of grievances between the present and the past.

I am ashamed every day, and more ashamed the next.

There were moments when she wasn't talking so much as fading into time, dropping back into some funnelled stretch of recent past.

Digital clocks took the 'space' out of time.

Hardship makes the world obscure.