It's now very common to hear people say 'I'm rather offended by that'.

You've just had the most imponderable joy of watching charlieissocoollike, which makes you, like, cool.

Choking with dry tears and raging, raging, raging at the absolute indifference of nature and the world to the death of love, the death of hope and the death of beauty, I remember sitting on the end of my bed, collecting these pills and capsules together and wondering why, why when I felt I had so much to offer, so much love, such outpourings of love and energy to spend on the world, I was incapable of being offered love, giving it or summoning the energy with which I knew I could transform myself and everything around me.

I may have looked happy but inside I was hopelessly depressed.

Part of life is learning what to be ashamed of and what to be proud of.

I said it before and I’ll say it again: books are dead, plays are dead, poems are dead: there’s only movies. Music is still okay, because music is sound track. Ten, fifteen years ago, every arts student wanted to be a novelist or a playwright. I’d be amazed if you could find a single one now with such a dead-end ambition. They all want to make movies. Not write movies. You don’t write movies. You make movies.

Hold the newsreader's nose squarely, waiter, or friendly milk will countermand my trousers.