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

A piano might fall on your head, he said, but it also might not. And in the meantime you never know. Something nice might happen.

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 was pretty far gone, but not so far gone that I thought anyone with half a toehold in reality would think what we were doing was a good idea.

Staying alive was what we did to pass the time.

The real truth is that the war didn't have much to do with it except that it provided a perfect limbo in which two people who were too young and too related could start kissing without anything or anyone making us stop.

The imagination can be dangerous. It can change the world. And that is why we write.