Pain Is An Event. It

It Was The Sheer Variety Of The Pain That Stopped Me From Crying Out. It Came From So Many Places, Spoke So Many Languages, Wore So Many Dazzling Varieties Of Ethnic Costume, That For A Full Fifteen Seconds I Could Only Hang My Jaw In Amazement.

[...] And As I Walked, I Tried To See The Funny Side. It Wasn't Easy, And I'm Still Not Sure That I Managed It Properly, But It's Just Something I Like To Do When Things Aren't Going Well. Because What Does It Mean, To Say That Things Aren't Going Well? Compared To What? You Can Say: Compared To How Things Were Going A Couple Of Hours Ago, Or A Couple Of Years Ago. But That's Not The Point. If Two Cars Are Speeding Towards A Brick Wall With No Brakes, And One Car Hits The Wall Moments Before The Other, You Can't Spend Those Moments Saying That The Second Car Is Much Better Off Than The First.

My Dad Gave Me My First Bike At 16. I Soon Fell Off And Was In A Wheelchair For Weeks. I Haven't Fallen Since.

I Admit I Can't Shake The Idea That There Is Virtue In Suffering, That There Is A Sort Of Psychic Economy, Whereby If You Embrace Success, Happiness And Comfort, These Things Have To Be Paid For.

I Have Been Instrumental In Banning Bottled Water On The Set. It Hasn't Gone That Well With The Crew... So I Replaced It With Tequila.