The one of the great sadnesses of any life is knowing what you know now and then remembering what you did not know then.

Over the years, confusing fragments, lost corners of stories, have a clearer meaning when seen in a new light, a different place.

The music of Gavin Bryars falls under no category. It is mongrel, full of sensuality and wit and is deeply moving. He is one of the few composers who can put slapstick and primal emotion alongside each other. He allows you to witness new wonders in the sounds around you by approaching them from a completely new angle. With a third ear maybe.

As a writer, one is busy with archaeology.

I have to teach myself not to read too much into everything. It comes from too long having to read into hardly anything at all.

In Canada pianos needed water. You opened up the back and left a full glass of water, and a month later the glass would be empty. Her father had told her about the dwarfs who drank only at pianos, never in bars.

...the heart is an organ of fire.