I sighed. "What is life but fleeting moments of happiness strung together on necklace of despair?

I'd rather dig a ditch than go to a dinner party with people I don't know.

Political correctness is a minefield

So I'm back again to the eternal question, the one that has plagued me all my life: How Do Other People Do It? How come they were given life's rule book and I missed out? Where was I when God was dispensing capability and cop on? Looking at shoes, probably.

Every day I wake up afraid that I won't be able to write, that today is the day it has left me.

Love and kindness go hand in hand.

Optimism can be relearnt.