One is and is not in the centre of the maelstrom of it all.

There are some things one remembers even though they may never have happened.

When you lead a life of scholarship you can't be bothered with the humorous realities, you know, tits, that kind of thing.

One's life has many compartments.

There are no hard distinctions between what is real and what is unreal, nor between what is true and what is false. A thing is not necessarily either true or false; it can be both true and false.

Most of the press is in league with government, or with the status quo.

The past is what you remember, imagine you remember, convince yourself you remember, or pretend you remember.