We've traveled too far, and our momentum has taken over; we move idly towards eternity, without possibility of reprieve or hope of explanation.

I'm hopeless at looking into myself and trying to see how things are working and why.

He's never known anything like it! But then, he has never known anything to write home about, so this is nothing to write home about.

Seduced her? Every time I turned round she was up a library ladder. In the end I gave in. That reminds me—I spotted something between her legs that made me think of you.

I was delighted to not go to university. I couldn't wait to be out of education.

I feel overestimated.

I am not my body. My body is nothing without me.