Children are who they are. I may love them all, but I know them too. Their feet are as much clay as my own. It hardly matters what path we’ve walked to become what we are. Whatever it was, we’ve walked it.

Put even a fool in front of the window and you'll get a Spinoza; in the end life makes window watchers of us all

They strip-searched me!" he burst out. "Me! Old enough to be their grandfather and they made me stand naked in the road, my things all unpacked in the mud!

I don&#39;t enjoy getting knocked about on a football field for other people&#39;s amusement. I enjoy it if I&#39;m being paid a lot for it.

Written By David Storey

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