At what point do you give up - decide enough is enough? There is only one answer really. Never.

As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.

...and my loneliness, always my loneliness - that airless bubble of despair that is slowing stifling me.

Out of the millions and millions of people that inhabit this planet, he is one of the tiny few I can never have.

How can something so wrong feel so right?

It's always nice being wanted. Even if it's by the wrong person.

I mean, at the end of the day, what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can't be you?

At what point do you give up— decide enough is enough? There is only one answer really. Never.

It's always nice being fancied. It's always nice being wanted. Even it it's by the wrong person.

When we were kids I begged cupid to come and shoot me.

We tried to be as ready and solid as we could be, ... Filmmaking is always some form of chaos, and to what extent you're able to harness the chaos.

Some people are haunted by their pasts, but not my family. I mean, how can you be haunted by something that never really dies?

I'm convinced England's overflowing with eccentric people, places, happenings. Indeed, you might say eccentricity's normal in England.

She wouldn't let go of the letter. She took it into the tub with her and squeezed it up in a wet ball, and only let me leave it in the soap dish when she saw that it was coming to pieces like snow.

I've always been aware of having feelings that were pretty intense at times. I imagine most people have had that, or they wouldn't be human.

People think, 'Jack, you do too much.

When you demand the nature of my motives, you reveal the style of your thinking to be callow, captious, superficial, craven, uncertain and impudent.

Indecision is the key to flexibility.

That, they knew, was true friendship. And they knew, if you're lucky enough to find it, you hold on to it.