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

If not just the brain but the quirks that made the individual were composed of recycled matter only, it was hard to be sure where the edges of one such being ended and another person began.

A bit of the vagueness of music stops you going completely mad, I imagine.

The nicest characters in A Week in December research are, in fact, Muslims - and their religious devotion is one of the things that defines them.

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

I don't think you ever understand your life - not till it's finished and probably not then either. The more I live the less I seem to understand.

You can't recall someone whose name has worn away.