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

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.

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.

Everyone on this island wants something kept quiet. I want to roar

If onlyyou could have witnessed howmuch I have changed: sit alonein a disused theatre and feel whatI have felt, see how the world hastransformed me, like the metamorphosisof a caterpillar.

But what is more to the point is my belief that the habit of writing thus for my own eye only is good practice. It loosens the ligaments. Never mind the misses and the stumbles.

What will a man gain by winning the whole world, at the cost of his true self?

The Evangelical party in the Church of Scotland will lay all flat if they be not prevented.

Your determination, selflessness and courage have brought the freedom struggle towards its fulfillment.

We want to evolve; like the Stones.

If I see Danny Hillis quoted as an expert on MPP one more time, I'm going to puke.

For me, Bach is like Shakespeare. He has known all and felt all. He is everything.

Work is an extension of personality. It is achievement. It is one of the ways in which a person defines himself, measures his worth, and his humanity.

Am I the kind of person I want my eternal companion to be?