The artistic temperament is particularly unhelpful if it is just that, with no end product.

Hard is trying to rebuild yourself, piece by piece, with no instruction book, and no clue as to where all the important bits are supposed to go.

She thought I was...soulful, by which I think she means that I don't say much and I always look vaguely pissed off.

We get together with people because they're the same or because they're different, and in the end we split with them for exactly the same reasons.

Life isn't, and has never been, a 2-0 home victory after a fish and chip lunch.

Maybe the best thing to do with favorite books is to leave them be: to achieve such exalted position means that they entered your life at exactly the right time, in precisely the right place, and those conditions can never be recreated.

You know that things aren't going well for you when you can't even tell people the simplest fact about your life, just because they'll presume you're asking them to feel sorry for you.