I don't like travelling if I know I have to write about it.

In Japanese and Italian, the response to ["How are you?"] is "I'm fine, and you?" In German it's answered with a sigh and a slight pause, followed by "Not so good.

The things I've bought from strangers in the dark would curl your hair.

This left me alone to solve the coffee problem - a sort of catch-22, as in order to think straight I need caffeine, and in order to make that happen I need to think straight.

I was just struggling with my inner vachette and pondering the depths of my own inhumanity.

Because I've always been a fairly nervous person.

Whenever I write about my family, I start by getting my parent`s approval. I like to think I write about them with obvious affection. When it comes to the people I'm related to, I consider myself to be very lucky.