I remain someone of little consequence, as if nothing more than dandelion fluff caught on a breeze.

Say yes. Open your eyes, see that it's me, and say yes.

I look at you and my heart pounds, when for years, I don't think it beat at all. You fill the cracks and crevices, take away the emptiness. And when you're not by my side, the loss is unimaginable.

I'm still the same guy you knew five minutes ago.

I want you. And I usually get what I want. I had to wait too long to have you already.

The time has come. I know you, and now you will know me. Ever Yours.

Yes, best friend of mine. I am the famous photographer you've admired for years, and the man who's admired you.

The choice is not between violence and nonviolence but between nonviolence and nonexistence.

While the archetype of the tinker is generally the whipping person in classical bedtimes stories, this particular individual was a tinker by trade and just happened to be economically disadvantaged.

Here grew willows and alders, their trunks twisted like giants’ sinews. Around them bark lichen bloomed blue-white in the darkness. It felt like a good place, where there was old magic.

Addiction is not shameful. It is a disease.

The heart can get really cold if all you've known is winter.

I don't know if the podcast as a medium will ever have the cultural impact that TV and movies do. It may never be super-mainstream.

Sheffield United are attacking their own fans.

Broken wings fit more easily in standard-size boxes.

If you don't have something that glues the audience to the screen, you're in trouble.

No man enjoys the true taste of life, but he who is ready and willing to quit it.