People Die, But Money Never Does.

I Believe That The Experience Of Childhood Is Irretrievable. All That Remains, For Any Of Us, Is A Headful Of Brilliant Frozen Moments, Already Dangerously Distorted By The Wisdoms Of Maturity.

I Didn't Want It To Be A Book That Made Pronouncements.

The Day Is Refracted, And The Next And The One After That, All Of Them Broken Up Into A Hundred Juggled Segments, Each Brilliant And Self-contained So That The Hours Are No Longer Linear But Assorted Like Bright Sweets In A Jar.

People Die, But Money Never Does.

Equally, We Require A Collective Past - Hence The Endless Reinterpretations Of History, Frequently To Suit The Perceptions Of The Present.