I can chase you, and I can catch you, but there is nothing I can do to make you mine.

I am still my teenage self. If you think that we all step through a door marked Adult, or that we sign a Grown-Up Document, you’re quite wrong. We remain as we always were, and that, alas, is one of life’s many nasty tricks.

Whenever I’d over­hear how people found me to be ‘a bit much’ (which is the gentle way of say­ing the word ‘unbear­able’), I under­stood why. To myself I would say: Well, yes of course I’m a bit much — if I weren’t, I would not be lit up by so many lights.

I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour, but heaven knows I'm miserable now.

Now this might disturb you, but I find I'm OK by myself; and I don't need you or your benevolence to make sense.

Well, I am an extremely beautiful person.

Even now - in the final hour of my life - I'm falling in love again.