Do you miss her?' 'Who? Emma? Of course. Every day. She was my best friend.
The true writer, the born writer, will scribble words on scraps of litter, the back of a bus tickets, on the wall of a cell.
I think reality is over-rated
You've got to stop letting women slip drugs into your mouth, Dex, it's unhygienic. And dangerous. One day it'll be a cyanide capsule.
Time to tidy up your life. Time to start again.
Being a decent human being will require effort and energy.