There's an interconnectivity between what's in the consciousness of cat and what's in the consciousness of us.

My mate Karl once told me he’d been looking after this five-year-old boy who – not knowing enough to have an ironic inflection to his words – said, ‘I want something.’ He didn’t know what it was. Not ‘I want sweets’, or ‘a can of Coke’, or ‘to watch the Tweenies’, or whatever it is they’re into now (I like Bagpuss), but ‘I want something.’ All of us, I think, have that feeling. And what heroin does when you first start taking it is tell you what that something is.

I am too busy thinking about killing myself.

If love is something you cherish, it is hard to glean much joy from death, even in one's enemies.

I couldn't possibly have sex with someone with such a slender grasp on grammar!

I struggle in these situations not to let my madness govern me, and to let the positive aspects of my character define my life.

By puberty I learned that nothing worth having could be easily attained and to succeed one must be single minded.