Fate is trying to kill me. I miss my dog. What's a doctor going to say? You're not ill, you're mad as a muffin? They'll either lock me up or tell me to get a grip and no one will believe the truth anyway.

I, a late riser, fantasise about getting up every morning at 5 A.M. to fetch the horses in from the fields.

but all I could think was in New York that kid would have been stuck in a straitjacket practically from birth and dangled over a tank full of Educational Consultants and Remedial Experts all snapping at his ankles for the next twenty years arguing about his Special Needs and getting paid plenty for it.

I guess there was a war going on somewhere in the world that night but it wasn't one that could touch us.

She frowned at him. 'You are in love with solitude.' 'Is there a better cure for the world than solitude?

Life is absolutely horrific, leading up to absolute horror.

it was love, of course, though I didn't know it then and Finn was both its subject and object. He accepted love instinctively, without responsibility or conditions, like a wild thing glimpsed through trees.