One Would Hope, As Well That Intimacy

Almost Certainly I Will Not Tell Her My Intentions This Evening Or Tonight. I Will Put It Off. Why? Because Words Are Actions And They Make Things Happen. Once They Are Out You Cannot Put Them Back.

No Amount Of Promises Can Guarantee Love

Nothing Can Be Repaired Or Advanced But Only Accepted

Watching Jamila Sometimes Made Me Think The World Was Divided Into Three Sorts Of People: Those Who Knew What They Wanted To Do; Those (the Unhappiest) Who Never Knew What Their Purpose In Life Was; And Those Who Found Out Later On. I Was In The Last Category, I Reckoned, Which Didn't Stop Me Wishing I'd Been Born Into The First.

For Mum, Life Was Fundamentally Hell. You Went Blind, You Got Raped, People Forgot Your Birthday, Nixon Got Elected, Your Husband Fled With A Blonde From Beckenham, And Then You Got Old, You Couldn't Walk And You Died.