Barry, you're over thirty years old. You owe it to your mum and dad not to sing in a group called Sonic Death Monkey.

my friends don't seem to be friends at all but people whose phone numbers I haven't lost.

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.

I don't believe in Heaven or anything. But I want to be the kind of person that qualifies for entry anyway.

But then, that was the trouble with relationships generally. They had their own temperature and there was no thermostat.

Human beings are millions of things in one day.

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