Last time I talked to her she didn't sound like herself. She's depressed. It's awful what happens when people run out of money. They start thinking they're no good.

If I had to give up my life for anything, it would have to have the resilience of hope, the elation of new literacy, the brilliant life of a field of flowers, the elementary kindness of bread. Nothing short of that. It would have to be something as sure as love.

Our house is like an empty cigarette packet, lying around reminding you what's not in it.

It's a great freedom to give up on love, and get on with everything else.

Pain reaches the heart with electrical speed, but truth moves to the heart as slowly as a glacier.

We're animals. We're born like every other mammal and we live our whole lives around disguised animal thoughts.

restraint equals indulgence