Nothing Can Be Repaired Or

Watching Jamila Sometimes Made Me Think The World Was Divided Into Three Sorts Of People: Those Who Knew What They Wanted To Do; Those (the Unhappiest) Who Never Knew What Their Purpose In Life Was; And Those Who Found Out Later On. I Was In The Last Category, I Reckoned, Which Didn't Stop Me Wishing I'd Been Born Into The First.

For Mum, Life Was Fundamentally Hell. You Went Blind, You Got Raped, People Forgot Your Birthday, Nixon Got Elected, Your Husband Fled With A Blonde From Beckenham, And Then You Got Old, You Couldn't Walk And You Died.

Being In Love Means Being At The Mercy Of Someone's Childhood.

I've Never Had Any Desire To Be Good. I Don't Like Goodness Particularly.

The Cruellest Thing You Can Do To Kerouac Is Reread Him At Thirty-eight.