I don't even feel as if I'm the center of my own world, so how am I supposed to feel as though I'm the center of anyone else's?

I'm simply pointing out that what happens to us isn't the whole story. That I continue to exist even when we're not together.

But all three of them had had to lose things in order to gain other things. Will had lost his shell and his cool and his distance, and he felt scared and vulnerable, but he got to be with Rachel; and Fiona had lost a big chunk of Marcus, and she got to stay away from the casualty ward; and Marcus had lost himself, and got to walk home from school with his shoes on.

…I've had a bad week." What's happened?" Nothing's happened. I've had a bad week in my head, is all.

There are many differences between a baby and an I-Pod. And one of the biggest is, no ones going to mug you for your baby.

Yes, yes, I know all the jokes. What else could I have expected at Highbury? But I went to Chelsea and to Tottenham and to Rangers, and saw the same thing: that the natural state of a football fan is bitter disappointment, no matter what the score.

People worry about kids playing with guns, and teenagers watching violent videos; we are scared that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands - literally thousands - of songs about broken hearts and rejection and pain and misery and loss.