I went grey at 12, my eyesight went at 17. I've been a crock from very early on.

Love and kindness go hand in hand.

You've recognised a fundamental feature of an addict's life. Maintaining your habit is so important you've no real interest in anything else.

Her world had shrunk - no matter who she was with, she'd prefer to be with him. That's what happened when you fell in love - you only want to see them.

The best anyone can do is breathe in, breathe out and wait for it to pass.

I've kind of realized life is meant to be tough and everybody is in psychic and spiritual discomfort of some sort and has a burden to carry. I've realized I'm not special.

I am different when my nails are done. I am more dynamic. I gesticulate more, I am better at scaring my staff. I can indicate impatience by drumming on tabletops and I can wrap up a meeting with a few choice clatters.