Sometimes when you get hammered till the small hours you feel pretty good in the morning, but really it's just because you're still a bit drunk. That old hangover is just toying with you, working out when to bite.

I'm not going to try and change you mind." "If you're here, you accept it's my choice. This is the first thing I've been in control of since the accident." "I know." And there it was. He knew it, and I knew it. There was nothing left for me to do. Do you know how hard it is to say nothing ? When every atom of you strains to do the opposite? I just tried to be, tried to absorb the man I loved through osmosis, tried to imprint what I had left of him on myself. I did not speak.

There is a hunger in you. A fearlessness. You just buried it, like most people do.

I just... want to be a man who has been to a concert with a girl in a red dress. Just for a few minutes more.

Try to write at least 500 words a day. You may ditch 499 of them tomorrow, but you will still be moving forward.

All that counts is the truth. Without it you're basically just juggling people's daft ideas.

I worked out what would make me happy, and I worked out what I wanted to do, and I trained myself to do the job that would make those two things happen