If you know someone who’s depressed, please resolve never to ask them why. Depression isn’t a straightforward response to a bad situation; depression just is, like the weather. Try to understand the blackness, lethargy, hopelessness, and loneliness they’re going through. Be there for them when they come through the other side. It’s hard to be a friend to someone who’s depressed, but it is one of the kindest, noblest, and best things you will ever do.

I don't watch television, I think it destroys the art of talking about oneself.

That one can love another of the same gender, that is what the homophobe really cannot stand.

One of the reasons I love the online world is that although that exists in abundance you can choose absolutely which part of the online world you want to live in. You can make your own kingdom in that sense.

A cousin of mine who was a casualty surgeon in Manhattan tells me that he and his colleagues had a one-word nickname for bikers: Donors. Rather chilling.

You don't sit down and write a wish list about the person you are going to fall violently in love with. It just doesn't work like that.

I'm fat because I'm greedy, and if my mind is fat it's because I'm curious.