I had been taught to look for monsters and devils and I found ordinary people.

Memory loss is one way of coping with damage.

I walked out to brood on this life of ours, which seems from birth to death to be a steady loss, disguised by sudden gains and happiness, which persuade us of good fortune, when all the while the glass is emptying.

Do you fall in love often?" Yes often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a cat, with numbers, with friends, with complete strangers, with nothing at all.

What a strange world this is when you can have as much sex as you like but love is taboo.

Every moment you steal from the present is a moment you've lost forever. There is only now.

Somewhere between fear and sex passion is.