But not all dark places need light, I have to remember that.

In the heat of her hands I thought, This is the campfire that mocks the sun.

Journalism encourages haste ... and haste is the enemy of art.

I like to think the price I paid by being open about my private life helped.

I don't want to eke out my life like a resource in short supply. The only selfish life is a timid one. To hold back, to withdraw, to keep the best in reserve, both overvalues the self, and undervalues what the self is.

That walls should fall is the consequence of blowing your own trumpet.

The trouble is that when most people are apathetic ordinary people ... have to go too far, have to ruin their lives and be made an object of scorn just to get the point across. Did they really think I'd rather be camping by a polluted river than sitting in my own flat with my things about me?