He'd Told Her It Was Just A

He'd Told Her It Was Just A Scratch And Got Cross When She Hadn't Offered Morphine.

I Fell In Love With Football As I Was Later To Fall In Love With Women: Suddenly, Inexplicably, Uncritically, Giving No Thought To The Pain Or Disruption It Would Bring With It.

I Used To Think--and Given The Way We Ended Up, Maybe I Still Do--that All Relationships Need The Kind Of Violent Shove That A Crush Brings, Just To Get You Started And To Push You Over The Humps. And Then, When The Energy From That Shove Has Gone And You Come To Something Approaching A Halt, You Have To Look Around And See What You've Got. It Could Be Something Completely Different, It Could Be Something Roughly The Same, But Gentler And Calmer, Or It Could Be Nothing At All.

He Has The Personality Of A Child Prodigy, But No Discernable Talent.

My Friends Don't Seem To Be Friends At All But People Whose Phone Numbers I Haven't Lost.