Memories Are Not Shackles, Franklin, They Are

Schweitzer In The Congo Did Not Derive More Moral Credit Than Larkin Did For Living In Hull.

Life Is Like A Box Of Sardines And We Are All Looking For The Key.

Were We Closer To The Ground As Children, Or Is The Grass Emptier Now?

At The Drabber Moments Of My Life (swilling Some Excrement From The Steps, For Instance, Or Rooting With A Bent Coat-hanger Down A Blocked Sink) Thoughts Occur Like 'i Bet Tom Stoppard Doesn't Have To Do This' Or There Is No Doubt David Hare Would Have Deputed This To An Underling.'

Your Whole Life Is On The Other Side Of The Glass. And There Is Nobody Watching.