When I first started to get into writing, it was via music. I'd generate ideas for songs that would turn into stories, then they'd turn into novels. I was biased toward music.

Once you've been with each other in a primal, shagging state, it's hard to talk about the weather.

Some people are easier to love when you don't have to be around them.

Everything in the street today seems soft focus.

His eyes are wild, psychotic slits that bat-dance in your soul looking for good things to crush or bad elements to identify with.

don't let jesus in. AA is just one obsession replaced with another

The inspiration can come in such small ways that if you sit there just waiting for the big epiphany you'll sit there for the rest of your life.

I'm not running away, I'm moving on.

I wanted to capture the excitement of house music, almost like a four-four beat, and the best way to do that was to use a language that was rhythmic and performative.

Ah suppose man, ah'm too much ay a perfectionist, ken? It's likesay, if things go a bit dodgy, ah jist cannae be bothered, y'know.

You can't lie to your soul.

Forgiveness doesn’t make one person better, or the other guy smaller. Forgiving is just letting go. It’s turning back toward being what we really are.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

For all that has been, Thank you. For all that is to come, Yes!

Please. If you were mostly dead in the middle of the road I'd obviously stop. And then I'd watch you die." Kate to Will

There was even a time when Donald Trump didn't get an Emmy for his TV program three years in a row and he started tweeting that the Emmys were rigged against him.

Don't be defined by your failures, be refined by them.

the casualties among us include not just those who are dying, or bleeding, or recovering from injury, but also the caretakers around the edges whose selves fall sacrificed to their charges.

Age does not depend upon years, but upon temperament and health. Some men are born old, and some never grow so.

Focus on the solution, not the problem

She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; And humble cares, and delicate fears; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears; And love and thought and joy.