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

I had to nurture those doubts as if they were tiny, sickly kittens, until eventually they became sturdy, healthy grievances, with their own cat doors, which allowed them to wander in and out of our conversation at will.

You just have to smile and take it, otherwise it would drive you mad.

Record stores can't save your life. But they can give you a better one.

Complaining about boring football is a little like complaining about the sad ending of King Lear: it misses the point somehow.

I burst into tears and I cry and cry until it feels as though it is not salt and water being squeezed from my eyes, but blood.

For the best part of 40 years she had genuinely believed that not doing things would somehow prevent regret, when, of course, the exact opposite was true.