I noticed that once you realize someone's watching you it's pretty hard not to find yourself watching them back.

I was pretty far gone, but not so far gone that I thought anyone with half a toehold in reality would think what we were doing was a good idea.

I'd like to think life has improved since 1850, despite the long hours we all seem to spend slaving over hot computers, but the psychological journeys remain the same - the search for love, identity, a meaningful place in the world.

I felt a momentary urge to leap into the sea and swim free of the present.

If you haven't been in a war and are wondering how long it takes to get used to losing everything you think you need or love, I can tell you the answer is no time at all.

I can't even trust my own imaginary dog. How much lower can a person get?

My daughter is a fantastic travelling companion - she's totally organised, whereas I'm hopeless.