Death and Famine and War and Pollution continued biking towards Tadfield. And Grievous Bodily Harm, Cruelty To Animals, Things Not Working Properly Even After You've Given Them A Good Thumping but secretly No Alcohol Lager, and Really Cool People travelled with them.

I watch my heart disappearing into her rosebud mouth. My Valentine's jest somehow seems less funny.

You know you can set fire to the capacity to say.

I think I would rather be a man than a god. We don’t need anyone to believe in us. We just keep going anyhow. It’s what we do.

The moment that you feel that just possibly you are walking down the street naked...that's the moment you may be starting to get it right.

The view changes from where you are standing. Words can wound, and wounds can heal. All of these things are true.

What do stars do? They shine.