You're not allowed to say anything about books because they're books, and books are, you know, God.
You had to live in your own bubble. You couldn't force your way into someone else's, because then it wouldn't be a bubble any more.
The trick, it seems to me, is to stave off regret. That’s what the whole thing is about. And we can’t stave it off forever, because it is impossible not to make the mistakes that let regret in, but th...
It had only taken me six years to change from a ten-year-old to a sixteen-year-old; surely six years wasn't long enough for a transformation of that magnitude.
Because . . . most of us think that the point is something to do with work, or kids, or family, or whatever. But you don't have any of that. There's nothing between you and despair, and you don't seem...
All my life I wanted to go to bed with an American, and now I had, and I'm beginning to see why people don't do it more often.
So please, be tolerant of those who describe a sporting moment as their best ever. We do not lack imagination, nor have we had sad and barren lives; it is just that real life is paler, duller, and con...
You’re seeing someone else, aren’t you? Seeing someone else? How on earth could that explain any of this? Why would seeing someone else necessitate bringing home a middle-aged woman, a teenaged punk...
Those days are gone, and good fucking riddance to them; unhappiness really meant something back then. Now it's just a drag, like a cold or having no money. If you really wanted to mess me up, you shou...
Of course Tucker Crowe was in pain when he made [the record], but he couldn't just march into a recording studio and start howling. He'd have sounded mad and pathetic. He had to calm the rage, tame it...
In other words, it's one of those books you thrust on your partner with an incredulous cry of This is me!
In other words, it is impossible: we cannot function properly, and the evening ends in confusion and awkwardness, and very early.
I read the fuck out of every book I can get my hands on.
I guess I should have forgotten about it ages ago, but forgetting isn't something I'm very good at.
Hard is trying to rebuild yourself, piece by piece, with no instruction book, and no clue as to where all the important bits are supposed to go.
Everyone knows the song that Millwall fans sing, to the tune of „Sailing: 'No one likes us/No one likes us/No one likes us/We don't care.' In fact I have always felt that the song is a little melodram...
Everyone knows how to talk, and no one knows what to say.
From his random observations after reading David Copperfield by Charles Dickens)In the Old Curiosity Shop I discovered that in the character of Dick Swiveller, Dickens provided P.G. Wodehouse with pre...
That's the trouble with good writers. Only the bad ones make you want to do the human thing and look away.
[-] writers never felt they belonged anywhere. That was one of the reasons they became writers.