This particular nurse said, Cancer cells are those which have forgotten how to die. I was so struck by this statement.

Sometimes you feel you have the truth of a moment in your hand, then it slips through your fingers and is lost.

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

Apart from the known and the unknown, what else is there?

I was brought up in the War. I was an adolescent in the Second World War. And I did witness in London a great deal of the Blitz.

The weasel under the cocktail cabinet.

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.