Somehow, as a writer, you tend to use words to paper over structural cracks.

It's rather splendid to think of all those great men and women who appear to have presented symptoms that allow us to describe them as bipolar. Whether it's Hemingway, Van Gogh... Robert Schumann has been mentioned... Virginia Woolf, Sylvia Plath... some of them with rather grim ends.

Perhaps the greatest definition I think of character and quality is people who when they're truly great rather than making you feel that tall they make you feel that tall, that they're greatness as it were improves you.

There is no right language or wrong language any more than there are right or wrong clothes.

All the big words -virtue, justice, truth, ...- are dwarfed by the greatness of kindness

I do believe that almost everything I do is based on my feelings, not on my intellect. Though But we won't chase ourselves up the particular sentiment, or we'll get lost.

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