The word 'now' is like a bomb thrown through the window, and it ticks.

Look, we're all the same; a man is a fourteen-room house - in the bedroom he's asleep with his intelligent wife, in the living-room he's rolling around with so…

I write about private dilemmas that have become public calamities.

Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.

The future is seconds ahead.

All the colours look brighter now. Everything they say seems to sound new. Slipping into tomorrow too quick, Yesterday always too good to forget. Stop the swin…

Let any one try, I will not say to arrest, but to notice or attend to, the present moment of time. One of the most baffling experiences occurs. Where is it, th…