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

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

Life is absolutely horrific, leading up to absolute horror.

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

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

Ask any comedian, tennis player, chef. Timing is everything.

Now let's try to understand that falling into sexual and emotional thrall with an underage blood relative hadn't exactly been on my list of Things to Do while visiting England,but I was coming around to the belief that whether you liked it or not, Things Happen and once they start happening you pretty much just have to hold on for dear life and see where they drop you when they stop.