She sleepwalked from moment to moment, and whole months slipped by without memory, without bearing the faintest imprint of her conscious will.
Ian McewanHe would work through the night and sleep until lunch. There wasn't really much else to do. Make something, and die.
Ian McewanNot everything people did could be in a correct, logical order, especially when they were alone.
Ian McewanIt's the essence of a degenerating mind periodically, to lose all sense of continuous self, and therefore any regard for what others think of your lack of continuity.
Ian Mcewan