England has become a squalid, uncomfortable, ugly place ... an intolerant, racist, homophobic, narrow-minded, authoritarian, rat-hole run by vicious, suburban-minded, materialistic philistines.

Watching Jamila sometimes made me think the world was divided into three sorts of people: those who knew what they wanted to do; those (the unhappiest) who never knew what their purpose in life was; and those who found out later on. I was in the last category, I reckoned, which didn't stop me wishing I'd been born into the first.

My guess is that she is uncomfortable in such an intransigent world but is unable to live accordingly to her own desire.

Love cannot be measured by its duration.

Soon we will be strangers. No, we can never be that. Hurting someone is an act of reluctant intimacy. We will be dangerous acquaintances with a history.

If you get depressed, you can be stuck for months; if you have an analyst, you at least have a chance of getting out of it faster.

You can't spend your life beating yourself up for something that happened yesterday. You die if you don't follow your desire.