Why do fools fall in love? I'll tell you why, because everybody else has simply got too much else to do.

I don't mean to hate people, I just get forced into it.

I don't think I'd have any friends if I didn't obscure at least 99% of my thoughts.

It is so much easier to grieve for the dead than to care for the living. At least in death we are all perfect.

I know very well that I have no reason to feel aggrieved - I am fully aware of how lucky I am, but knowing it and still being down makes me hate myself all the more.

The last time I went back to a girl's house for an impromptu house party I spent most of the night straightening out rugs, putting down coasters and alphabetising DVDs while all around me people got off with whoever was closest and gradually headed off to various rooms to make more mess, no doubt.

Why do fools fall in love? I'll tell you why, because everybody else has simply got too much else to do.