You know, sometimes I swear the whole universe runs on irony.

It's hard to maintain a reputation for being grim and mysterious when you're accompanied by a brightly clad young thing, skipping merrily along at your side, holding your hand, and smiling sweetly on one and all.

Though I often run out of courage and good sense, stubbornness keeps me going.

Sometimes humour is all we have to say the things that can't be said.

If you don't trust anyone, they can't let you down.

Oh God, it's her, run!

The harsh, unyielding reality of having to compromise your ideals bit by bit, day by day, just to achieve a few little victories in the face of the world’s malice, or indifference. Until sometimes you wonder if there’s nothing left of you but the shell of the man you intended to be, just going through the motions because you’ve nothing better to do.