Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.

Beppu (n.) The triumphant slamming shut of a book after reading the final page.

I don’t know what I’m looking for.” “What not?” “Because … because … I think it might be because if I knew I wouldn’t be able to look for them.

He was a dreamer, a thinker, a speculative philosopher... or, as his wife would have it, an idiot.

Life... is like a grapefruit. Well, it's sort of orangey-yellow and dimpled on the outside, wet and squidgy in the middle. It's got pips inside, too. Oh, and some people have half a one for breakfast.

It is folly to say you know what is happening to other people. Only they know, if they exist. They have their own Universes of their own eyes and ears.

If life is going to exist in a Universe of this size, then the one thing it cannot afford to have is a sense of proportion.