You wouldn't believe that so much could change just because a relationship ended.

The natural state of the football fan is bitter disappointment, no matter what the score.

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.

It's often the way that people who take their work seriously laugh at stupid jokes; it's as if they are under-humored and, as a consequence, suffer from premature laugh-ejaculation.

Even bad times have good things in them to make you feel alive.

Asking the head I have now to explain its own thinking is as pointless as dialing your own telephone number on your own telephone: Either way, you get an engaged signal. Or your own answer message, if you have that kind of phone system.

I couldn’t bear to think about the proper future, so I just tried to make things better for the next twenty minutes or so, over and over again.