Love isn't about when you first meet. It's about the many, many years you spend together, when you're trying to keep that flame burning.

Memory, I realize, can be an unreliable thing; often it is heavily coloured by the circumstances in which one remembers.

Sometimes I get so immersed in my own company, if I unexpectedly run into someone I know, it's a bit of a shock and takes me a while to adjust.

You need to remember that. If you’re to have decent lives, you have to know who you are and what lies ahead of you, every one of you.

I have the feeling of this completely alternative person I should have become. There was another life that I might have had, but I’m having this one.

The English landscape at its finest - such as I saw this morning - possesses a quality that the landscapes of other nations, however more superficially dramatic, inevitably fail to possess. It is, I believe, a quality that will mark out the English landscape to any objective observer as the most deeply satisfying in the world, and this quality is probably best summed up by the term 'greatness.'

Even the solitude, I've actually grown to quite like... I do like the feeling of getting into my little car, knowing for the next couple of hours I'll have only the roads, the big gray sky and my daydreams for company.