She would sit by herself in the middle of the old stoe amphitheatre, with the sky's starry vault overhead, and simply listen to the great silence around her.

Under the wide and starry sky. Dig the grave and let me lie.

My mother used to sit at the foot of my bed, and she would share her dreams with me.

No matter how old a mother is she watches her middle-aged children for signs of improvement.

I am riveted by Phaedra Parks and her performance of herself. She kills me.

No architect troubled to design houses that suited people who were to live in them, because that would have meant building a whole range of different houses. It was far cheaper and, above all, timesaving to make them identical.