Writers seem to me to be people who need to retire from social life and do a lot of thinking about what’s happened – almost to calm themselves.
But there are some wounds that can never be healed.
It’s a terrific privilege to be able to see into somebody else’s life.
Among my generation people have more idea about each other's taste in food than they do about each other's spiritual lives.
The rain began again. It fell heavily, easily, with no meaning or intention but the fulfilment of its own nature, which was to fall and fall.