Sometimes she goes out to work as a practical nurse, and comes home and sits by the kitchen table soaking her feet in a pan of hot water and Epsom salts. When she gets into bed and the springs creak under her weight, she groans with the pleasure of lying stretched out on an object that understands her so well.

The reason life is so strange is that so often people have no choice.

Your reader is at least as bright as you are

What we refer to confidently as memory is really a form of storytelling that goes on continually in the mind and often changes with the telling.

My younger daughter told me recently that when she was a child she thought the typewriter was a toy that I went into my room and closed the door and played with.

It was lovely when you found students who responded to things you were enthusiastic about.

I am the cat that walks alone.