He was asking for memories, too young himself to know that memories were only memories of memories.

she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face.

There was the noise itself, which he thought of vaguely as the noise of classical music, sameish and rhetorical, full of feelings people surely never had

On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, shaken into funny groans by the bump of each step as he hurried down.

She felt that at some point she must finally and formally talk to Louisa about Hubert, and ask her to acknowledge that the worst possible thing had happened to her as well.

Health is the ability to realize our avowed and unavowed dreams.

Make your ego porous. Will is of little importance, complaining is nothing, fame is nothing. Openness, patience, receptivity, solitude is everything.

I think being a parent is knowing how to love. Sometimes love is discipline, sometimes it's humor, sometimes it's listening.

Tongue; well that's a wery good thing when it an't a woman.

If you don't expect much you can't be disappointed.

Murky language means someone wants to pick your pocket.

Not after the big bust in '92, there's no big drug lifestyle anymore. I can't talk about it. Pretty ugly.

It's I politics that men are always aggravating the hopeless tangle of their laws, obscuring the simplest principles and making a mockery of liberty.

People hear your records in order, and they think of you as progressing in some direction, but it's not really like that.

And I make no apology for linking my thinking with computer technology.