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

It might go down better than appearing as a giant reptile encased in a ball of fire and forcing yourself on her.' 'WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO BRING THAT UP?

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

This was what happiness felt like - this wondrous, miraculous alternative to dread.

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

It's not that he lacked poetry. But his poetry was of the body, not the mind. He spoke it in the way he moved, the way he held a hammer, rowed a boat, built a fire. I, on the other hand, was like a brain in a box, a beating heart in a coal scuttle.

Things Happen and once they start happening you pretty much just to hold on for dear life and see where they drop you when they stop.