In Shanghai, I saw great contrasts. On one street there would be impressive shops selling copies of the latest word in glamorous European fashion, and around the corner on a back street there were poor families crammed into one room with a naked light bulb. One evening I heard a Chinese family singing "Happy Birthday." It was weird. You would have thought that they'd have their own happy birthday song. Every dominant society in the world - whether it's French or British or American - imposes its culture on less developed societies.

As you get older, you don't get wiser. You get irritable.

I would not be at all surprised to find out . . . that the dimensions of buildings affect us in ways we don't guess.

Coincidences are God's way of remaining anonymous.

I don't know why I still find it so hard to accept that words are faulty and by their very nature innacurate

...or like an old friend one has known too well and doesn't want to see.

I have a daughter and two grand-daughters and a great grandson in Africa, in Cape Town.