Jonathan Griffiths

“It wasn’t you, it wasn’t me,
Up there, two thousand feet above
A New York street. We’re safe and free,
A little while, to live and love,

Imagining what might have been –
The phone-call from the blazing tower,
A last farewell on the machine,
While someone sleeps another hour,

Or worse, perhaps, to say goodbye
And listen to each other’s pain,
Send helpless love across the sky,
Knowing we’ll never meet again,

Or jump together, hand in hand,
To certain death. Spared all of this
For now, how well I understand
That love is all, is all there is.”
― Wendy Cope

“All the time when I speak to you, even now, I'm saying not precisely what I think, but what will impress you and make you respond. That's so even between us - and how much more it's so where there are stronger motives for deception. In fact, one's so used to this one hardly sees it. The whole language is a machine for making falsehoods.”
― Iris Murdoch, Under the Net

“As long as I could keep improving my mind, I figured, I was doing okay.”
― Saul Bellow, The Adventures Of Augie March

“We all die alone. We shall endure death as once we endured birth. You can’t share either experience.”
― P.D. James, The Children of Men