At the time, I didn't have the insight to wonder at the transient nature of despair, but now that I'm older I've seen how little it takes to turn a person's life around for better or worse. An event will do, or an Idea. Another person. An idea of a person.

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

I can't even trust my own imaginary dog. How much lower can a person get?

I'm a century old, an impossible age, and my brain has no anchor in the present. Instead it drifts, nearly always to the same shore. Today, as most days, it is 1962. The year I discovered love.

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

Fate isn't some middle-aged man with a squint who won't recognize you if you change your clothes.

The average attention span of the modern human being is about half as long as whatever youre trying to tell them.