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

Somewhere along the line I'd lost the will not to eat.

I guess there was a war going on somewhere in the world that night but it wasn't one that could touch us.

Life is absolutely horrific, leading up to absolute horror.

Fate is trying to kill me. I miss my dog. What's a doctor going to say? You're not ill, you're mad as a muffin? They'll either lock me up or tell me to get a grip and no one will believe the truth anyway.

If there was ever a more perfect day in the history of time it isn't one I've heard about.

A piano might fall on your head, he said, but it also might not. And in the meantime you never know. Something nice might happen.