Nature is one great big wood-chipper. Sooner or later, everything shoots out the other end in a spray of blood, bones and hair.

Forget about being world famous, it's hard enough just getting the automatic doors at the supermarket to acknowledge our existence.

Before machines the only form of entertainment people really had was relationships.

The world is a glorious place, and filled with so many unexpected moments that I'd get lumps in my throat, as though I were watching a bride walk down the aisle - moments as eternal and full of love as the lifting of veils, the saying of vows and the moment of the first wedded kiss.

Remember how, back in 1990, if you used a cellphone in public you looked like a total asshole? We're all assholes now.

After my brush with the suicidal impulse, I listen with new ears to others when they speak on the subject. I think there are people who were born with that little door open, and they have to go through life knowing that they might jump through it at any moment.

Society indeed conspires to keep you ball and chained.