I took a photo of us, mid-embrace. When I am old and alone I will remember that I once held something truly beautiful.

I love you more than words. And I am a big fan of words.

That's a big love letter," she says, squinting. I know what I'm going to say and for a moment I wish there was a film crew documenting my day-to-day life: "I've got a big heart," I say.

Anger does not come easy to me. It is something I have to encourage, like a greyhound in second place.

I find that the only way to get through life is to picture myself in an entirely disconnected reality.

For my last birthday, Dad bought me a pocket-sized Collins English Dictionary. It would only fit in a pocket that had been specially designed.

To us and a wonderful evening of love making.

There will be birds and if they write your name in the sky then you can get on the buses and if they don't you have to die on the floor.

I would never say snog. I would say osculate." She looks at me as if to say: why do you exist?

Depression comes in bouts. Like boxing. Dad is in the blue corner.

Most people think of themselves as individuals, that there's no one on the planet like them. This thought motivates them to get out of bed, eat food and walk around like nothing's wrong.

...there remained a strange formality between them, and her pleasure in his presence felt too much like missing him had felt during the last week.

a soldier's mind is made of rock

Beloved angels, watch over me. Walk beside me, lead me, comfort me, enfold me in your divine love.

Ladies and gentlemen after what I've been through I am happy just to be wearing clothes that open in the front.

You don't stop running because you get old, you get old because you stop running.

People think they know the mystery of living in your skin. They don't. There's no one who knows except the person who carts it around her own self.

Start spreading the news, I am leaving today. I want to be a part of it, New York, New York.

Truth is truth, whether from the lips of Jesus or Balaam.

It hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time.

The only reason we die, is because we accept death as an inevitability.