If we had not met, that day, I think I would have imagined you somehow.
There's a preoccupation with memory and the operation of memory and a rather rapacious interest in history.
Language tethers us to the world; without it we spin like atoms.
People die, but money never does.
I can walk about London and see a society that seems an absolutely revolutionary change from the 1950s, that seems completely and utterly different, and then I can pick up on something where you suddenly see that it's not.
It seems to me that everything that happens to us is a disconcerting mix of choice and contingency.