without fiction, either life would be insufficient or the winds from the north would blow too cold.

Exhibitionism and a nervous wish for concealment, for anonymity, thus battle inside the buyer of any piece of clothing.

The silence of a shut park does not sound like country silence: it is tense and confined.

I know that I have in my make-up layers of synthetic experiences, and that the most powerful of my memories are only half true.

This, my first [bicycle] had an intrinsic beauty. And it opened for me an era of all but flying, which roads emptily crossing theairy, gold-gorsy Common enhanced. Nothing since has equalled that birdlike freedom.

Makes of men date, like makes of car.

Story involves action. Action towards an end not to be foreseen (by the reader) but also towards an end which, having been reached, must be seen to have been from the start inevitable.