These things are going to eat away at me... I rewrite the script in my head until it's 100-proof poison, and none of it helps at all.
There was, he thought, an emotional truth here somewhere, and he could see now that his role-playing had a previously unsuspected artistic element to it. He was acting, yes, but in the noblest, most p...
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 life was that nothing ever ended until you died, and even then you just left a whole bunch of unresolved narratives behind you. He
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 trouble with history, it seems to me, is that there are too many people involved.
The problem here is that unless a team is playing well, winning things, filling their stadia, clubs simply cannot afford to alienate the very
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 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
She was so clever, Dennis thought, and so kind, and he found the familiar gloom descend upon him.
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 any women's magazine and you'll see the same complaint over and over again: men - those little boys ten or twenty or thirty years on - are hopeless in bed. They are not interested in foreplay; th...
People go on about the first time being important, but it's the second time that really matters. Or the second person, anyway.
One day, maybe not in the next few weeks, but certainly in the conceivable future, someone will be able to refer to me without using the word 'arse' somewhere in the sentence.
One could argue that most of the trouble in the world is caused by introspection.
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...