Everyone knows I'm no treehugger
I let people off the hook too easily.
We all possess, like it or not, the people we know, and are possessed by them in turn.
When it's mutual, a man and a woman know, instinctively, wordlessly. They may do nothing about it, but the knowledge of that shared desire is out there in the world - as obvious as neon, saying: I want you, I want you, I want you.
Is that a good definition of marking the ageing watershed? That moment when you realize - quite rationally, quite unemotionally - that the world in the not-so-distant future will not contain you: that the trees you planted will continue growing but you will not be there to see them.
It's amazing how sudden the effect is - it must be the result of a deep atavistic mating urge buried inside us. A glance and you think: 'Yes, this is the one, this one is right for me. ' Every instinct in your body seems to sing in unison.
Sometimes limbo is a tolerable place to be stuck.
I am one of those people who thrive on deadlines. Nothing brings on inspiration more readily than desperation.
Now, kids are bulls**t meters. We can smell bulls**t right away. When something's not real, you can't connect to it.
The hate of favourites is only a love of favour. The envy of NOT possessing it, consoles and softens its regrets by the contempt it evinces for those who possess it, and we refuse them our homage, not being able to detract from them what attracts that of the rest of the world.
Everyone knows revenge is a dish best served when you've had enough time to build up enough vitriol and fury.