Oh, It Takes A Lot For Me

Glory Never Arrives Through The Front Door. She Sneaks In Uninvited Round The Back Or Through An Upstairs Window While You Are Sleeping.

I Think We Have All Experienced Passion That Is Not In Any Sense Reasonable.

Part Of Life Is Learning What To Be Ashamed Of And What To Be Proud Of.

I Really Do Believe That There Are Those Who Would Like And Trust Me Better If They Saw Me Weeping Into A Whisky, Making A Fool Of Myself, Getting Aggressive, Maudlin And Drunkenly Out Of Control. I Have Never Found Those States In Others Anything Other Than Tiring, Awkward, Embarrassing And Fantastically Dull, But I Am Quite Sure That People Would Cherish A View Of Me In That Condition At Least Once In A While.

Somehow, As A Writer, You Tend To Use Words To Paper Over Structural Cracks.