I have decided to keep a full journal, in the hope that my life will perhaps seem more interesting when it is written down.

There's only one thing more boring than listening to other people's dreams, and that's listening to their problems.

8.45 a.m. My mother is in the hospital grounds smoking a cigarette. She is looking old and haggard. All the debauchery is catching up with her.

Barry Kent's father looks like a big ape and has got more hair on the back of his hands than my father has got on his entire head.

Most social problems could be helped or prevented if people had more money and practical advice.

Will you lie to me and promise to read them? Books need to be read. The pages need to be turned.

It's no surprise to me that intellectuals commit suicide, go mad or die from drink. We feel things more than other people. We know the world is rotten and that chins are ruined by spots.