They, all of them, work incredibly hard to make me seem clever and heroic, neither of which I am.
This was the tricky bit. The really tricky bit, trickiness cubed.
Keep on being yourself.
I feel like I'm working on an oil rig right now. I'm away from home a lot.
I have resolved to pick one novel and just read it over and over again for the rest of my life, because I cannot remember anything anymore.
I never was someone who was at ease with happiness.