Date: 2000

"The grief a loving son would feel, and of which I had no inkling when my own mother was lowered into her flinty grave, tornadoed through me at the news of the countess's death."

— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)

Date: 2000

"Someone suggests he is in a mental fog."

— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)

Date: 2000

"I realised how little substance any of my feelings had without the loop of listening to myself think and speak. Better to stay on this clifftop having my thoughts ripped from me by a gale."

— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)

Date: 2000

"They just went rolling on in their parallel curvature, only brought together by storms, like the mind and the body forever separated by the 'explanatory gap' but brought together by the storm of life."

— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)