I am old enough to know that time passing is just a trick, a convenience. Everything is always there, still unfolding, still happening. The past, the present, and the future, in the noggin eternally, like brushes, combs and ribbons in a handbag.

And whatever my life had been up to that day, it was another life after that. And that is the gospel truth.

I am old enough to know that time passing is just a trick, a convenience. Everything is always there, still unfolding, still happening. The past, the present, and the future, in the noggin eternally, like brushes, combs and ribbons in a handbag.

Because faithfulness is not a human question, but a divine one.

It is very difficult to be a hero without an audience, although, in a sense, we are each the hero of a peculiar, half-ruined film called our life.

It is always worth itemising happiness, there is so much of the other thing in a life, you had better put down the markers for happiness while you can.

After all the world is indeed beautiful and if we were any other creature than man we might be continuously happy in it.