Don’t you love the Oxford Dictionary? When I first read it, I thought it was a really really long poem about everything.
Money goes to money heaven, body goes to body hell.
I've come to the realisation that I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing half the time...
I always had a repulsive sort of need to be something more than human.
Sometimes you stumble across a few chords that put you in a reflective place.
Questioning my spiritual life has always been germane to what I was writing. Always. It's because I'm not quite an atheist and it worries me. There's that little bit that holds on: 'Well, I'm almost an atheist. Give me a couple of months.'