Life

If I had any hand in it at all there’s a chance that it might be beautiful, but it simply cannot not be majestic.

As with most of life's problems, this one can be solved by a box of pure radiation.

I do a lot of rewriting. It’s very painful.

Our selves are are rough and unrehearsed tales we tell the world.

The universe is a gathering of nows that I spread before my feet like a landscape.

I'm not very good at being alive. Sometimes I despair of ever mastering it, getting it right. When I'm old, perhaps.

I don't know where we are, but we'll soon find our way home!' Le avventure di Pinocchio.

And as I looked at the star, I realised what millions of other people have realised when looking at stars. We’re tiny. We don’t matter. We’re here for a second and then gone the next. We’re a sneeze in the life of the universe.

Ye know, doan't ye, what it feels like when ye burn yer hand in takin' a cake out of the oven or wi'a match when ye're lightin' one of they godless cigarettes? Ay. It stings wi' a fearful pain, doan't it? And ye run away to clap a bit o' butter on it to take the pain away. Ah, but' (an impressive pause) 'there'll be no butter in hell!

The idea of being invisibly alone in a crowd of strangers is so tempting for a number of introverts...Or maybe for loneliness?

Seek and fulfil your divine purpose.

Because that's the thing about depression. When I feel it deeply, I don't want to let it go. It becomes a comfort. I want to cloak myself under its heavy weight and breathe it into my lungs. I want to nurture it, grow it, cultivate it. It's mine. I want to check out with it, drift asleep wrapped in its arms and not wake up for a long, long time.

I'm at the stage of life when if a girl says no to me I'm profoundly grateful to her.

And finally we get addicted to our sadness.

The fine art of preparing sushi is something that you watch and learn.

It is a Lancashire custom to be on the defensive. We anticipate jokes about rain, 'bi gum,' and Wigan; we expect people to peer at us through the thin layer of smoke they fancy they see around our heads.

There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies - which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world - what I want to forget.

What has been is no more. Change has come.

The greatest of tragedies is a life lived without knowing its purpose. Discover your purpose and life will take on a new meaning.

We all go through hard times in life. It’s a part of being human and it's the reality we all have to deal with. There are times we forget how valuable we are and our purpose for the life we have been given. We must take joy every day in celebrating our blessings, so it’s something we can carry in our hearts during our life’s journey.