It is exciting to write about the present once one gets beyond the trivia of the moment. As a time to live in, as a time to think about, the present is intriguing.

I sometimes seem to myself to wander around the world merely accumulating material for future nostalgias.

I just love music - by no stretch of the imagination am I professionally competent.

My eyes close. I am here and not here. A waking nap? A flight to the end of the galaxy and perhaps a couple of billion light-years beyond?

God save us from people who mean well.

Dear though the reader might be, I'd be silly to cater to what the reader wanted.

You can talk good ideas out of existence.