We go on our hands and knees and crawl our way towards the truth

And though you think the world is at your feet, it can rise up and tread on you.

come back, come back to me

Arguing with a dead man in a lavatory is a claustrophobic experience.

Girls can wear jeans and cut their hair short and wear shirts and boots because it's okay to be a boy; for girls it's like promotion. But for a boy to look like a girl is degrading, according to you, because secretly you believe that being a girl is degrading.

He's never quite got the trick of conversation, tending to hear in dissenting views, however mild, a kind of affront, an invitation to mortal combat.

Novels help us to resist the temptation to think of the past as deficient.