I read in self-defense.
There's an invisible army of woman and men who really don't get why we give so much of ourselves to football. And they need to SPEAK UP.
We need books. . . because we are all, in the private kingdoms of our hearts, desperate for the company of a wise, true friend.
All readers come to fiction as willing accomplices to your lies. Such is the basic goodwill contract made the moment we pick up a work of fiction.
Something is funny, most of all, because it's true, and because the velocity of insight into this truth exceeds our normal standards. Something is funny because it's outside our accepted boundary of decorum. Something is funny because it defies our expectations. Something is funny because it offers a temporary reprieve from the hardship of seeing the world as it actually is. Something is funny because it is able to suggest gently that even the worst of our circumstances and sins is subject to eventual mercy.
The truth is, every sport has been turned into a huge, nihilistic business.
At the end of night, before you close your eyes, be content with what you've done and be proud of who you are.
The only living socities are those which are animated by inequality and injustice.
Exercise to live. Never live to exercise.
The Time Lords really didn't like genocide. I'm not too keen on it myself. It's the potential you're killing off. What if, one day, there was a good Dalek? What if. . .
. . . Endlessness is a really strange idea in a universe that is defined by its endings.