Cheap as chips, cheap as chips, it's a British expression. There's no couture in their darling.

"What if I like watching television? What if I don't want to do much else other than read a book?"... "What if I'm tired when I get home? What if I don't fill my days with frenetic activity?" "But one day you might wish you had."

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

If I don't cry while writing a key emotional scene, my gut feeling is it's failed.

I will never, ever regret the things I've done. Because most days, all you have are places in your memory that you can go to.

How could you live each day knowing that you were simply whiling away the days until your own death?

How is it possible to exist with so much pain?