"I, admittedly from within the unusual constraints of my physical imprisonment, have come to see this as the easiest of devices - almost too mechanical, inviting me as it does to arrange examples and sequences and paradoxes in tiny ways which may misleadingly reorder the original and far more suggestive confusion of impressions and recollections" (Page 8).

"It might be thought the height of poor taste to ascribe good fortune to a healthy man with a young family struck down at the age of sixty by an incurable degenerative disorder from which he must shortly die. But there is more than one sort of luck" (Page 13).

"Loss is loss, and nothing is gained by calling it by a nicer name. My nights are intriguing; but I could do without them" (Page 21).

"Love, it seems to me, is that condition in which one is most contentedly oneself. If this sounds...