A perfect treat must include a trip to a second-hand bookshop.

Death is woven in with the violets,” said Louis. “Death and again death.”)

Travelers are much at the mercy of phrases ... vast generalizations formulate in their exposed brains.

Without self awareness we are as babies in the cradles.

I often wish I'd got on better with your father,' he said.

I am obsessed at nights with the idea of my own worthlessness, and if it were only to turn a light on to save my life I think I would not do it. These are the last footprints of a headache I suppose. Do you ever feel that? - like an old weed in a stream. What do you feel, lying in bed?

Nothing is stronger than the position of the dead among the living.