Students present themselves...like a succession of CDs whose shimmering surface gives no clue to their contents without the equipment to play them.

The difficulty is, all swing thoughts decay, like radium. What burnt up the course on Wednesday has turned to lead on Sunday. Yet it does not do to have a blank mind: the terrible hugeness of the course will rush into the vacuum and the ball will spray like a thing berserk.

Many men are more faithful to their golf partners than to their wives and have stuck with them longer.

We take our bearings, daily, from others. To be sane is, to a great extent, to be sociable.

"Hit it with the back of your left hand" was the first swing thought I ever heard, brusquely bu not unlovingly put to me by the aunt-in-law who had moments before placed a golf club in my virgin grip. I was twenty-five, and had spent my youth in a cloisterd precinct of teh middle class where golf was a rumoured something, like champagne breakfasts and divorce, that the rich did.

Until the 20th century it was generally assumed that a writer had said what he had to say in his works.

I want to write books that unlock the traffic jam in everybody's head.