Live with all of your senses.

Goodness means telling good lies, so that people won’t get hurt by true words.

Just measured my thing. It has grown one centimetre. I might be needing it soon.

At four o’clock I had one of those rare moments of happiness that I will remember all my life. I was sitting in front of Grandma’s electric coal fire eating dripping toast and reading the News of the World. There was a good play on Radio Four about torturing in concentration camps. Grandma was asleep and the dog was being quiet. All at once I felt this dead good feeling. Perhaps I am turning religious. I think I have got it in me to be a Saint of some kind.

Your trouble is, you want to be happy all the time. You’re fifty years old – haven’t you realized yet that most of the time most of us just trudge through life? Happy days are few and far between.

He had always had difficulty in recognising an emotion.

I’ve been a bit worried about my maleness lately, somewhere along the line I seem to have picked up too many female hormones.

Bernard patted his arm and said, ‘Hitesh, old flower, Christmas is exactly the same, it’s you who have changed.

I’m spectacularly disorganised. I wrote my latest book in seven different notebooks scattered throughout my house.

It was three o’clock in the morning. A time when frail people die.