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

How is it possible to exist with so much pain?

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 held him close and said nothing, all the while telling him silently that he was loved. Oh, but he was loved.

They began to tune up, and suddenly the auditorium was filled with a single sound - the most alive, three-dimensional thing I had ever heard. It made the hairs on my skin stand up, my breath catch in my throat....I felt the music like a physical thing; it didn't just sit in my ears, it flowed through me, around me, made my senses vibrate. It made my skin prickle and my palms dampen...It was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard.

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.

When you put someone down all the time, eventually they stop listening to the sensible stuff.