Dedicate one's life to truth
I thought the fart was a human thing. It's something to do with like, arse cheeks, or whatever.
At some point, some insect has had sex with a leaf.
Your dreams should never be better than your real life
They've found this spider, in the jungle. Three foot long, it eats chicken. Bit weird, innit. People moan saying that you shouldn't lock animals up and all the rest of it, but to be honest I wish it was locked up. The idea that it's roaming in a jungle. . . get it locked up.
If you’re not happy looking a knob in the face, there’s something wrong.
Being honest with you, it's not the 'great' wall of China. It's an all right wall. It's the 'All Right Wall of China. '
Writing, for me, means humility. It’s a process that involves fear and doubt, especially if you’re writing honestly.
The reality is that life, for all of us, is pretty stressful and we all need ways to cope.
It needs a good deal of philosophy not to be mortified by the thought of persons who have voluntarily abandoned everything that for the most of us makes life worth living and are devoid of envy of what they have missed. I have never made up my mind whether they are fools or wise men.
In terms of style, too, I think I've been working with a somewhat limited -- although intentionally limited -- set of tools. So I'm attempting to be a bit looser as I start stories off. To digress. To make interesting mistakes.