It's A Basic Truth Of The Human

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.

I Didn't Realize House Would Be The Central Character, More The Bitter Comic Relief Appearing Occasionally. I Relish His Wounded Nature - The Lameness, The Scarred Byronic Hero.

I Was Too Shy, I Think, To Sing Publicly. It Takes A Particular Kind Of Person. And When I Was Young, I Was Not That Person. In The First Instance, When A Record Company Said To Me, Do You Want To Try And Make Your Record, My First Reaction Was, No, I'm Not Worthy - I Couldn't Possibly, And So On And So Forth.

Death And Disaster Are At Our Shoulders Every Second Of Our Lives, Trying To Get At Us. Missing, A Lot Of The Time. A Lot Of Miles On The Motorway Without A Front Wheel Blow-out. A Lot Of Viruses That Slither Through Our Bodies Without Snagging. A Lot Of Pianos That Fall A Minute After We've Passed. Or A Month, It Makes No Difference. So Unless We're Going To Get Down On Our Knees And Give Thanks Every Time Disaster Misses, It Makes No Sense To Moan When It Strikes.

Humility Was A Cult In My Family. I Only Got It Out Of My Father By Accident When He Was Very Old That He Had Won An Olympic Gold Medal.