There was goodness in the world still, even if you couldn't always see it.

I thought about having a proper room, breathing life into it, and nobody minding.

It's not knowing that drives you mad. It's imaging things that you wish you couldn't think up all by yourself.

Even when you’d lost everything you thought there was to lose, somebody came along and gave you something for free.

What's wrong with the world Peter? God, I don't know. Where do you start? People give up. We're defeatists and we stop striving or fighting or enjoying things. It doesn't matter what you're talking about - war, work, marriage, democracy, love, it all fails because everybody gives up trying after a while, we can't help ourselves. And don't ask me to solve it because I am the worst. I'd escape tomorrow if I could, from every single thing I've always wanted.

I smiled back and I thought how incredible that was, that they would find the time to smile. There was goodness in the world still, even if you couldn’t always see it.

There was goodness in the world still, even if you couldn't always see it.