The biggest lies we save for ourselves.

There is no sound more annoying than the chatter of a child, and none more sad than the silence they leave when they are gone.

I like mountains, always have done. Big obstinate bits of rock sticking up where they're not wanted and getting in folk's way. Great. Climbing them is a different matter altogether though. I hate that.

I've always felt that the placement of a man's testicles is an eloquent argument against intelligent design.

Anything that you cannot sacrifice pins you. Makes you predictable, makes you weak.

Hold to a thing long enough, a secret, a desire, maybe a lie, and it will shape you.

something in me had got broken, but not so broken I didn't remember what it was.