These days the nights and mornings have a tendency to bleed into one another.

This is where it all begins. Everything starts here, today.

No, friends were like clothes: fine while they lasted but eventually they wore thin or you grew out of them.

You must do what you enjoy.

He wanted to live life in such a way that if a photograph were taken at random, it would be a cool photograph.

He has found himself more and more reliant on her at exactly the point that she has become less available to him.

Call me sentimental, but there's no-one in the world that I'd like to see get dysentery more than you