One thing I've learnt recently: how to think nothing. Here's the trick: don't have any interest in the world around you, don't have any hope for the future, and be warm.

Dad nods, looks me dead in the eyes; slowly and regretfully, he banishes all the smiling and joking from his face, and for once he's just my dad, watching his son who has fallen so low.

Misfortune is no excuse for cruelty.

My brain was all right back then; it didn't get stuck in ruts.

I like how you don't hide your problems like everyone else, and I don't have to hide mine when I'm around you.

They're sort of ancillary anyway, friends. I mean, they're important -- everybody knows that; the TV tells you so -- but they come and go. You lose one friend, you pick up another.

The Shift is coming. The Shift has to be coming. Because if you keep living like this you'll die.