Greece is like a mirror. It makes you suffer. Then you learn.' To live alone?' To live. With what you are.

The price of tapping water into every house is that no one values water any more.

I knew words were like chains, they held me back . . . the act of description taints the description.

These last few days I've felt Godless. I've felt cleaner, less muddled, less blind. I still believe in a God. But he's so remote, so cold, so mathematical. I see that we have to live as if there is no God. Prayer and worship and singing hymns-all silly and useless.

The craving to risk death is our last great perversion. We come from night, we go into night. Why live in night?

I am infinitely strange to myself.

I mean I never feel I feel what I ought to feel.