Something had been buried that was not yet dead.

Lonely's like any other organism; competitive and resourceful in the struggle to perpetuate itself.

In the 1970s, British food was beginning to get good, whereas in France it was just starting its long, sad decline. My most memorable meals, however, have been in Italy.

If you have only one life, you cant altogether ignore the question: are you enjoying it?

He saw a picture in his mind of a terrible piling up of the dead. It came from his contemplation of the church, but it had its own clarity: the row on row, the deep rotting earth hollowed out to hold them, while the efforts of the living, with all their works and wars and great buildings, were no more than the beat of a wing against the weight of time.

I am driven by a greater force than I can resist. I believe that force has its own reason and its own morality even if they may never be clear to me while I am alive

My direction? Anywhere. Because one is always nearer by not keeping still.