O God, make me good, but not yet.

Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there's no room for the present at all.

One can write, think and pray exclusively of others; dreams are all egocentric.

Free as air; that's what they say- "free as air". Now they bring me my air in an iron barrel.

A typical triumph of modern science to find the only part of Randolph that was not malignant and remove it.

I put the words down and push them a bit.

'I don't believe you've changed at all, Charles.' 'No, I'm afraid not.' 'D'you want to change?' 'It's the only evidence of life.'