She's...just a girl, you know. Like most girls: something and nothing.

There must still be room for the falling note, of course. Even in an undying world there are times when beauty passes from sight, or love passes from the heart, and we feel the sorrow of partition.

I'm a great dog fanatic. My own dog died a little while ago and I take it very personally when things die-it's a major offence.

I've never worked where it was hard to be gay. Besides, being gay is a spectacular irrelevance to getting on with your life.

You’ve always got me” “Always?” “Didn’t I just say so?” “Yes” “Am I liar? “ “No.” I lied.

I remember when I watched 'Hellraiser' with my mother. She cried when she saw my name in the opening credits, and I had to tell her that that was the happiest she was going to be for the next two hours.

Perhaps sunlight had always been luminous, and doorways signs of greater passage than that of one room to another. But she’d not noticed it until now.