Confound my genteel upbringing! I could not think of any name foul enough to call him.

Conform, go crazy, or become an artist.

what's life without a spice of stupidity

I hope that the kind reader recognises this as a despairing attempt at humour.

All the words I had prepared turned coward and fled my mind like conscripts deserting a battlefield.

This faulty light fitting at the front door with the dangerously flickering bulb looks rather festive. Who says I don't do Christmas?

As the saying goes, when you're a hammer, everything looks like a nail.

My tattoos say "Stay strong." "Stay" on one wrist and "strong" on the other. I'm able to look at them and be thankful for being alive.

The beauty of every experience you have is that hopefully you'll learn something from it.

Much can be learned in play that will afterwards be of use when the circumstances demand it.

If there's been a crisis in a market, you don't tend to have a new crisis in that market until the people who went through the last crisis aren't in the system anymore.

The truth always turns out to be simpler than you thought.

Never look at the trombones, it only encourages them.

I didn't understand how. But the toilets had responded to me. I had become one with the plumbing.

Hopefully people hear that a part of what hurts society has a lot to do with the diet, the food that you're eating. So let's be careful.