There's a whole category of people who miss out by not allowing themselves to be weird enough.

You need a long hard day's work to reveal the logic of the craving for very bad tv and alcohol.

Reputation matters so much only because people so seldom think for themselves.

You have to be quite heavily invested in someone to do them the honour of telling them you're annoyed with them.

The very act of drawing an object, however badly, swiftly takes the drawer from a woolly sense of what the object looks like to a precise awareness of its component parts and particularities.

It seems that most of us could benefit from a brush with a near-fatal disaster to help us recognise the important things that we are too defeated or embittered to recognise from day to day.

Only as we mature does affection begin to depend on achievement.