You can't base your life on the past or the present. You have to tell me about your future.

I want to have your abortion.

I suppose it’s comfort, perhaps a sense of self-control, doing worse things to yourself than the world will ever dare inflict.

Rant would tell people: 'You're a different human being to everybody you meet.

Help me give up my addiction to Hope.

In a world where billions believe their deity conceived a mortal child with a virgin human, it's stunning how little imagination most people display.

I told him to buy land, my mum says, they’re not making it anymore.