To experience commitment as the loss of options, a type of death, the death of childhood's limitless possibility, of the flattery of choice without duress-this will happen, mark me. Childhood's end.

How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.

The assumption that you everyone else is like you. That you are the world. The disease of consumer capitalism. The complacent solipsism.

The mother at thirty with face commencing to display the faint seams of the plan for the second face life had in store for her and which she feared would be her own mother’s

The knowledge of course and effect is superior to miracles.

I was very surprised when last I bought a packet of cigarettes and had to request a refund as I read a warning that told me "smoking can cause fatal lung cancer".

I'd got very successful, everyone knew who I was, but I felt very empty.

Growing up, I liked all the stuff that everyone else was listening to, like Motown, but the biggest group of all was The Beatles.

Just as a flower which seems beautiful and has color but no perfume, so are the fruitless words of the man who speaks them but does them not.

The press doesn't like me, because I am a weirdo to them, so they do everything to create their own fictional Kola Boof.

Women are never landlocked: they're always mere minutes away from the briny deep of tears.

I see money as a reflection of how much impact you're having on the world. I see money as a metaphor in a way.

As if it didnt matter what was on, but instead how hard i was listening.

It's really interesting because 50 years ago, if you didn't wear a hat everyone looked at you. It just proves that everything is fashion.