We English are good at forgiving our enemies; it releases us from the obligation of liking our friends.

The world is changed not by the self-regarding, but by men and women prepared to make fools of themselves.

Absolute nakedness was intrusive, confusing to the senses. Paradoxically, it both revealed and diminished identity.

Early this morning, 1 January 2021, three minutes after midnight, the last human being to be born on earth was killed in a pub brawl in a suburb of Buenos Aires, aged twenty-five years, two months and twelve days.

Perhaps it's only when people are dead that we can safely show how much we cared about them. We know that it's too late then for them to do anything about it.

Can we ever break free of the devices and desires of our own hearts? Might not our conscience be telling us what we most want to hear?

Childhood is the one prison from which there's no escape, the one sentence from which there's no appeal. We all serve our time.