“The sunrise is golden and lovely, The birds chirp and twitter and tweet, You woke me and asked for some breakfast, So why the fuck won’t you eat?”
“My dear Prue, we are the inheritors of a wonderful world, a beautiful world, full of life and mystery, goodness and pain. But likewise are we children of an indifferent universe”
“Once upon a time, a mysterious time that exists through a window in your mind, a time that seemed, to those present, exactly like now does to us, except their teeth weren’t so clean and more things were wooden, there was a town called Hamelin”
“He smells of leather, oil paint, tobacco, marijuana and the faint metallic smell of cocaine. He wears handmade wool sweaters and long Mexican ponchos. He never walks in a straight line. He zigzags wherever he is going”
“It turns out that relationships don’t require sacrifices. They just require growing up — and the ability to stop clinging to immature needs that are so tenacious, they keep the mature needs from getting met”
“Whatever they are now, or may be in the future, the Rolling Stones, when they were young, put themselves in jeopardy many times, because of who they were, what they were, how they lived, what they believed”
“The old drunk told me about trout fishing. When he could talk, he had a way of describing trout as if they were a precious and intelligent metal”
“Acting to me was, and is, straightforward: you see the words on the page; memorise; then say them out loud. (With radio, you don’t even have to memorise them)”
“Letters have the power to grant us a larger life. They reveal motivation and deepen understanding. They are evidential. They change lives, and they rewire history”
“We have brought this cauldron of rush upon ourselves. Time seems faster because we have made it so”
“If you’d glanced just once across the field, you’d have seen me standing in the middle on my own, looking straight at you . . . But you didn’t. You only had eyes for Alice”
“One September morning, Giovanni Drogo, being newly commissioned, set out from the city for Fort Bastiani; it was his first posting.This was the day he had looked forward for years - the beginning of his real life”
“She should have kept him with her, should not have let him go. A crazy thought. She couldn’t have stopped him. Never could”
“Tabard Inn to Canterbury Cathedral, Poet pilgrims competing for free picks, Chaucer Tales, track by track, it's the remix and we're keeping it real, reminisce this: Chaucer Tales were an unfinished business.”
Simon’s Cat in ‘Window Pain’
Simon’s Cat in ‘Fetch’