Daniel Supposed He Had A Secret Life.

The World Is Changed Not By The Self-regarding, But By Men And Women Prepared To Make Fools Of Themselves.

What The Detective Story Is About Is Not Murder But The Restoration Of Order.

A Letter Is Paradoxically The Most Revealing And The Most Deceptive Of Confessional Revelations. We All Have Our Inconsistencies, Prejudices, Irrationalities Which, Although Strongly Felt At The Time, May Be Transitory. A Letter Captures The Mood Of The Moment. The Transitory Becomes Immutably Fixed, Part Of The Evidence For The Prosecution Or The Defence.

A Picnic May Well Be A Metaphor For Life. The Essentials For Happiness Are The Right Company, Moderate If Sanguine Expectations And A Reasonable Standard Of Physical Sustenance And Comfort, The Whole Being Bedeviled By The Belief That There Is Always Something Better To Be Had If Only One Presses On.

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.