Pain Is An Event. It Happens To

It Was The Sheer Variety Of The Pain That Stopped Me From Crying Out. It Came From So Many Places, Spoke So Many Languages, Wore So Many Dazzling Varieties Of Ethnic Costume, That For A Full Fifteen Seconds I Could Only Hang My Jaw In Amazement.

I Have Resolved To Pick One Novel And Just Read It Over And Over Again For The Rest Of My Life, Because I Cannot Remember Anything Anymore.

Clive Dunn, As I Understand It, Retired To The South Of Spain, Where He Worked Extensively In Watercolours. I Don't Own Any Of Clive Dunn's Watercolours. I Loved Him In 'dad's Army,' Loved Him. But Not Enough To Actually Seek Out His Watercolour Work.

Celebrity Is Absolutely Preposterous. Entertainment Seems To Be Inflating. It Used To Be The Punctuation To Your Life, A Film Or A Novel Or A Play, A Way Of Celebrating A Good Week Or Month. Now It Feels As If It's All Punctuation.

It's A Basic Truth Of The Human Condition That Everybody Lies. The Only Variable Is About What.