And still the brain continues to yearn, continues to burn, foolishly, with desire. My old man's brain is mocked by a body that still longs to stretch in the sun and form a beautiful shape in someone else's gaze, to lie under a blue sky and dream of helpless, selfless love, to behold itself, illuminated, in the golden light of another's eyes.

Osbert was the only one who didn't seem suspicious. He was so interested in the Decline of Western Civilization that he missed the version of it taking place under his nose.

My daughter is a fantastic travelling companion - she's totally organised, whereas I'm hopeless.

Somewhere along the line I'd lost the will not to eat.

I noticed that once you realize someone's watching you it's pretty hard not to find yourself watching them back.

If you have the patience to wait and watch, history will reshape truth (weakest of all forces, and weightless) in the image of opinion. What really happened will cease to matter and, eventually, cease to exist.

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