He'd told her it was just a scratch and got cross when she hadn't offered morphine.

I lost the plot for a while then. And I lost the subplot, the script, the soundtrack, the intermission, my popcorn, the credits, and the exit sign.

Sometimes we have to be judged by our one-offs.

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

He's at the chocolate teapot end of the competency scale.

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.

He has the personality of a child prodigy, but no discernable talent.