Do you wake up as I do, having forgotten what it is that hurts or where, until you move? There is a second of consciousness that is clean again. A second that is you, without memory or experience, the animal warm and waking into a brand new world. There is the sun dissolving the dark, and light as clear as music, filling the room where you sleep and the other rooms behind your eyes.

The only selfish life is a timid one.

I write about sex because often it feels like the most important thing in the world.

Unconditional love is what a child should expect from a parent even though it rarely works out that way.

Capacity for love in its higher forms seems to be peculiarly human although even in humans it is still peculiar.

I didn't want to be in the teeming mass of the working class.[...] I didn't want to live and die in the same place with only a week at the seaside in between. I dreamed of escape - but what is terrible about industrialisation is that it makes escape necessary. In a system that generates masses, individualism is the only way out. But then what happens to community - to society?

You know every cell in our bodies is completely renewed every seven years, so how can we talk about being the same person? We're absolutely not.