There have been times recently, since the begining of our troubles, when the site of David awake active, conscious, walking and talking has made me want to retch, so acute is my loathing of him.
The truth about autobiographical songs, he realized, was that you had to make the present become the past, somehow: you had to take a feeling or a friend or a woman and turn whatever it was into somet...
The trouble with my generation is that we all think we're fucking geniuses. Making something isn't good enough for us, and neither is selling something, or teaching something, or even just doing somet...
The artistic temperament is particularly unhelpful if it is just that, with no end product. (I
The Marie bit is easy enough to understand, then. The Laura thing takes a bit more explaining, but what it is, I think, is this: sentimental music has this great way of taking you back somewhere at th...
So you weren’t interested in the music at all? Well, yes. A bit. And more so then than I am now. That’s life, though, isn’t it? But you see…That’s all there is of me. There isn’t anything else. If you...
So there we have it. I get up in the morning determined to do something approximating to the right thing, and with in two hours find something to feel guilty about.
So it's not about what you do. It can't be, can it? It has to be about how you are, how you love, how you treat yourself and those around you, and that's where I get eaten up.
She wanted to be given a funny script so that she could make it funnier.
She thought she’d focus on the compliment, rather than the terrifying glimpse she’d been given into her flatmate’s soul. She found herself particularly worried by Marjorie’s willingness to do all that...
She had been dumped a couple of years before by a sort of male equivalent to Charlie, a guy called Michael who wanted to be something at the BBC. (He never made it, the wanker, and each day we never s...
Several months later, and I have finally read one of the three (books), even though I wanted to read all three of them immediately. What happened in between? Other books, is what happened. Other books...
Read anything, as long as you can't wait to pick it up again.
Ponekad kondomi stvarno ali stvarno sprečavaju začeće. Ukoliko ste lik koji ih uvek nosi sa sobom onda niko neće hteti sa vama da spava.
Not for the first time in my life, and certainly not for the last, a self-righteous gloom had edged out all semblance of logic.
Nen sajnáltam se a csapatot, se a többi szurkolót, csakis magamat sajnáltam, és most már tudom, hogy a futballbánat mindig ilyen. Amikor a csapatunk kikap a Wembleyben, a kollégáinkra vagy az osztályt...
Most people have a rope that ties them to someone, and that rope can be short or it can be long. (Be long. Belong. Get it?) You don't know how long, though. It's not your choice.
Mint ahogy az az átlagnál szerencsésebb embereket sújtó depresszió esetében lenni szokott, én is szégyelltem a magamét, mivel nem láttam rá semmilyen meggyőző okot; egyszerűen csak úgy éreztem, mintha...
Like most depressions that plague people who have been more fortunate than most, I was ashamed of mine because there appeared to me no convincing cause for it; I just felt as though I had come off the...
Life isn't, and has never been, a 2-0 home victory after a fish and chip lunch.