Autumn arrives in the early morning.
There is no end to the violations committed by children on children, quietly talking alone.
Writers do not find subjects; subjects find them.
Never to lie is to have no lock on your door, you are never wholly alone.
Memory must be patchy; what is more alarming is its face-savingness. Something in one shrinks from catching it out - unique to oneself, one's own, one's claim to identity, it implicates one's identity in its fibbing.
What's the matter with this country is the matter with the lot of us individually - our sense of personality is a sense of outrage.