Women who disapprove of men - and there's plenty to disapprove of - should remember how we started out, and how far we had to travel.

Anyway, who lives a rich and beautiful life that I know? It's no longer possible, surely, for anyone who works for a living, or lives in a city, or shops in a supermarket, or watches TV, or reads a newspaper, or drives a car, or eats frozen pizzas. A nice life, possibly, with a huge slice of luck and a little spare cash. And maybe even a good life if... Well, let's not go into all that. But rich and beautiful lives seem to be a discontinued line.

I can see that now. I can see everything once it’s already happened — I’m very good at the past. It’s the present I can’t understand.

We're here for such a short amount of time. Why do we spend any of it building sandcastles?

Tuesday night I reorganized my record collection. I often do this at periods of emotional stress. There are some people who would find this a pretty dull way to spend an evening, but I'm not one of them. This is my life, and it's nice to be able to wade in it, immerse your arms in it, touch it.

Everyone knows how to talk, and no one knows what to say.

You just have to smile and take it, otherwise it would drive you mad.