I don't think you can call it stalking when it's just phone calls and letters and emails and knocking on the door.

...I feel as though I made a face and the wind changed, and now I have to go through life grimacing in this horrible way.

It's a mystery of human chemistry and I don't understand it, some people, as far as their senses are concerned, just feel like home.

Definitely avoid going out with ugly girls who say they want to be models. Not because they're ugly, but because they're mad".

Over the last couple of years, the photos of me when I was a kid... well, they've started to give me a little pang or something - not unhappiness, exactly, but some kind of quiet, deep regret... I keep wanting to apologize to the little guy: "I'm sorry, I've let you down. I was the person who was supposed to look after you, but I blew it: I made wrong decisions at bad times, and I turned you into me.

Sentimental music has this great way of taking you back somewhere at the same time that it takes you forward, so you feel nostagic and hopeful all at the same time.

We had no irony when it came to girls, though. There was just no time to develop it. One moment they weren't there, not in any form that interested us, anyway, and the next you couldn't miss them; they were everywhere, all over the place. One moment you wanted to clonk them on the head for being your sister, or someone else's sister, and the next you wanted to....actually, we didn't know what we wanted next, but it was something. Almost overnight, all these sisters (there was no other kind of girl, not yet)had become interesting, disturbing, even.