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

We can't be as good as we'd want to, so the question then becomes, how do we cope with our own badness?

I love the relationship that anyone has with music ... because there's something in us that is beyond the reach of words, something that eludes and defies our best attempts to spit it out. ... It's the best part of us probably.

We have one of those conversations where every thing clicks, meshes, corresponds, locks, where even our pauses, even our punctuation marks, seem to be nodding in agreement.

Not for the first time in my life, and certainly not for the last, a self-righteous gloom had edged out all semblance of logic.

And mostly all I have to say about these songs is that I love them, and want to sing along to them, and force other people to listen to them, and get cross when these other people don't like them as much as I do.

It's a mystery of human chemistry and I don't understand it, some people, as far as their senses are concerned, just feel like home.