Wow. I feel like in this riot of people, I have been kicked in the stomach, but by the giddy police. Forget about the need for oxygen. My mouth wants to go back to the place it just left.

When in doubt, ingest carbs.

I wanted to talk to someone. But who? It’s moments like this, when you need someone the most, that your world seems smallest.

I can be a badass DJ when I want, but I am also an insufferable music snob.

It's bullshit to think of friendship and romance as being different. They're not. They're just variations of the same love. Variations of the same desire to be close.

I want to believe there is a somebody out there for me. I want to believe that I exist to be there for that somebody.

The reward is in the risk.

The handwriting was a girl’s. I mean, you can tell. That enchanted cursive.

Wherever I went, I was on the wrong end of the stampede.

Dumped doesn't even begin to describe it. If you're going to use a trash metaphor, incinerated is more like it.

One of the failures of cellular communication is that tiredness often comes across as sadness.

In every age 'the good old days' were a myth. No one ever thought they were good at the time. For every age has consisted of crises that seemed intolerable to the people who lived through them.

You talk about American technocracy and you find men on the moon, not once, but several times... and safely home again.

A leveller has long ago been set down as a ridiculous and chimerical being, who, if he could finish his work to-day, would have to begin it again tomorrow.

Nigeria is what it is because its leaders are not what they should be.

Reality itself is [made up of] chance processes linked to sets of rules - this is what drives the world, the universe, and just about anything a human being can imagine.

I have a theory that I really want my kids to know - the only coloration that they make between dad being in films and reality is just a lot of people doing a lot of hard work.

I want to go where I can be of the most service to the general enterprise.

I’m lucky to have the kind of life where the differentiation between work and play is absolutely zilch. I have no idea whether I’m working or whether I’m playing.

Permitting and protecting even the smallest acts of abuse by a tiny fraction of our officers leads to a culture where extreme acts of abuse are more likely.

When I was your age, if a boy behaved badly, one simply scored his name out from one's dance card. (Sadie Lancaster - to Lara Lington)