I started to think of friends I could lean on for some help, but, as always happened when I attempted this kind of social audit, I realised that far too many of them were abroad, dead, married to peop...
As a real person, he wouldn't last a minute, would he? But drama is about imperfection. And we've moved away from the aspirational hero. We got tired of it, it was dull. If I was House's friend, I wou...
Riding my motorcycle around L.A. is like my own video game. But unlike many folks at the wheel, I am occupied with getting where I'm going and keeping myself safe. Most people are applying makeup, tex...
Driving a motorcycle is like flying. All your senses are alive. When I ride through Beverly Hills in the early morning, and all the sprinklers have turned off, the scents that wash over me are just he...
I hate menus, I hate choosing food. I just want to be brought. Bring me dinner!
Having a vote once every four years is not the same thing as democracy.
I would cling to unhappiness because it was a known, familiar state. When I was happier, it was because I knew I was on my way back to misery. I've never been convinced that happiness is the object of...
I admit I can't shake the idea that there is virtue in suffering, that there is a sort of psychic economy, whereby if you embrace success, happiness and comfort, these things have to be paid for.
Screw you in the ass with an anglepoise lamp,
I never was someone who was at ease with happiness.
My dad gave me my first bike at 16. I soon fell off and was in a wheelchair for weeks. I haven't fallen since.
Plus laid aussi qu'un parking
He flapped his mouth some more, and then shook himself awake, came to a decision, and starting sneaking huge, theatrical looks around the restaurant, as a way of telling all the other lunchers that I...
Imagine that you have to break someone’s arm.
If you want a place guarded properly, hire Germans.
You hope that your teenage self would like and forgive your 50-year-old self.
People talk about nightfall, or night falling, or dusk falling, and it’s never seemed right to me. Perhaps they once meant befalling. As in night befalls. As in night happens. Perhaps they, whoever th...
Now, where did I leave my time-machine? Oh I know, next Wednesday.
I said no thank you a dozen times, and fuck off once.
He picked up the fountain pen and clicked the top on and off a few times while he listened.