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

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

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

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.

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.

We cannot control how others treat us but we can control the way we react to them.

All girls who seemed to have everything going for them. And decided they had nothing.

The only reason you say that race was not an issue is because you wish it was not. We all wish it was not. But it’s a lie. I came from a country where race was not an issue

That which is in locomotion must arrive at the half-way stage before it arrives at the goal.

Does not people's preoccupation these days with drugs, alcohol, medication and self deception prove that the truth not only hurts, but it is torture to bear?

If you eat the standard Western diet that most people eat in the modern world, it's quite likely you will develop heart disease.

I was approached in Texas to be a model a few times. One of my first jobs was the cover of a CD.

My mom's passionate and energetic and very funny and enthusiastic.

I guess my thermometer for my baseball fever is still a goose bump.

Tell that to the marines - the sailors won't believe it.