A picture was a motionless record of motion. An arrested representation of life. A picture was the kiss of death pretending to possess immutability.

If we lose our memory, we lose ourselves. Forgetting is one of the symptoms of death. Without memory we cease to be human beings.

Graveyards remind us of the vanity of all human endeavour.

If you tell anything to a woman ... it's like putting it in the papers.

..the writer's obsession - the desire to know and communicate, or, rather, to know everything so as to communicate with the greatest degree of precision.

Most people can't imagine a life that is any different from the one they are actually living. They can dream about it, they can even go into the streets and demonstrate for it, but they still can't imagine what it would be like.

A picture was a motionless record of motion. An arrested representation of life. A picture was the kiss of death pretending to possess immutability.