Days passed in a grey fog. I was becalmed. Without energy, without hope, with no sight of land, I could remember feeling better but I somehow couldn't believe in it. There was nothing but this.

When I was lost in the fog, it was as though nothing else existed. And, afterwards, it seemed incomprehensible that I had ever really thought like that. Self-recrimination inevitably followed.

There had been a subtle realignment of the spheres. The world was somehow a place I could endure again. If life was a grey corridor lined with doors, it was now within my power to open some of them.

And when he kisses me it feels a bit like fear and tastes a bit like tears,  but it’s as bright and sweet as sherbet, and I decide to call it joy.

Behind my eyelids, I saw him dancing in spirals of coloured light, emerald, blue, and brilliant purple, enfolding him like the wings of an electric angel.

We live in a world of contrast and it’s sad we are among people who can’t seem to grasp the differences surrounding them.

Communication is the mortar that holds humanity together

Of happy men that have the power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead.

Comedian makes the statement that just isn't true.

When West End Girls came out on import, I was a student at Liverpool University. I'd go to a club in Liverpool and it would come on, and I'd be really embarrassed.

It used to be that god was revealed in the wonders of nature; now God was being challenged by those same wonders. Scholars were now required to choose one side or the other.

The first time I heard Bird play, it hit me right between the eyes.

I'd never even seen a play by the time I was 24 years old.

I will love you unconditionally .

Truth was a tool. It should never simply be said. No, it had to be bent, twisted, colored, until it became a weapon.