The Dream Crossed Twilight Between Birth And

I Can Connect Nothing With Nothing

The Remarkable Thing About Television Is That It Permits Several Million People To Laugh At The Same Joke And Still Feel Lonely.

Footfalls Echo In The Memory, Down The Passage We Did Not Take, Towards The Door We Never Opened, Into The Rose Garden.

There Is No Absolute Point Of View From Which Real And Ideal Can Be Finally Separated And Labelled.

In A World Of Fugitives The One Who Stays Home Will Seem To Be Running Away