Mostly I sit at home in the evenings watching the box and hoping that one day I'll evolve into plankton.

In spite of really intense competition for the job, I'm still my own worst enemy.

Poetry is one of the few nasty childhood habits I've managed to grow out of

It was irritating to have one's physical shortcomings pointed out quite so plainly twice in one evening, once by a beautiful girl and once by a dying badger.

Everything is out there if you know how to find it, and have the patience. I don't and haven't, but that's my problem

There is that within a man that drives him ever onwards, just as the power of the seasons drives the roots of flowers into the hard earth; and so he decided, against his better judgment, to open his eyes and find out what was going to happen to him next.

Not only had he lost the only girl he'd ever loved, he'd lost her in duplicate, like some heartbroken but highly efficient civil servant.