With each passing moment I'm becoming part of the past. There is no future for me, just the past steadily accumulating.

I started writing at the kitchen table after midnight. It took ten months to finish that first book; I sent it to a publisher and I got some kind of prize, so it was like a dream - I was surprised to find it happening.

Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that's how we've got to live.

Time passes slowly. Nobody says a word, everyone lost in quiet reading. One person sits at a desk jotting down notes, but the rest are sitting there silently, not moving, totally absorbed. Just like me.

Being active every day makes it easier to hear that inner voice.

You can see a person's whole life in the cancer they get.

There are lots of things we never understand, no matter how many years we put on, no matter how much experience we accumulate.