We talked filth for a pleasant half hour.
I tend to admire dead people more than the living. All too often, human reality diminishes the glowing reputation.
There's a sense in all my novels that nothing is certain.
We keep a journal to entrap that collection of selves that forms us, the individual human being.
We all possess, like it or not, the people we know, and are possessed by them in turn.
When you experience bereavement at a youngish age, you suddenly realise that life is unjust and unfair, that bad things will happen, and you have to take that on board.