Read Widely And With Discrimination.

Perhaps It's Only When People Are Dead That We Can Safely Show How Much We Cared About Them. We Know That It's Too Late Then For Them To Do Anything About It.

The Weekend Break Had Begun With The Usual Resentment And Had Continued With Half-repressed Ill Humour. It Was, Of Course, His Fault. He Had Been More Ready To Hurt His Wife's Feelings And Deprive His Daughter Than Inconvenience A Pub Bar Full Of Strangers. He Wished There Could Be One Memory Of His Dead Child Which Wasn't Tainted With Guilt And Regret.

I Knew The Facts Of Death Before I Knew The Facts Of Life. There Never Was A Time When I Didn't See The Skull Beneath The Skin.

The Tragedy Of Loss Is Not That We Grieve, But That We Cease To Grieve, And Then Perhaps The Dead Are Dead At Last.

I Love The Idea Of Bringing Order Out Of Disorder Which Is What The Mystery Is About. I Like The Way In Which It Affirms The Sanity Of Human Life And Exorcises Irrational Guilts.