I don't even feel as if I'm the center of my own world, so how am I supposed to feel as though I'm the center of anyone else's?

Look at all the things that can go wrong for men. There's the nothing-happening-at-all problem, the too-much-happening-too-soon problem, the dismal-droop-after-a-promising-beginning problem; there's...

{About Love}The most important thing in life, and you can't tell whether people have it or not. Surely this is wrong? Surely people who are happy should look happy, at all times, no matter how much...

That's why; he's worried about how his life is turning out, and he's lonely, and lonely people are the bitterest of them all

Did I do and say these things? Yes, I did. Are there any mitigating circumstances? Not really, unless any circumstances {in other words, context} can be regarded as mitigating. And before you judge,...

my friends don't seem to be friends at all but people whose phone numbers I haven't lost.

Is it wrong, wanting to be at home with your record collection? It's not like collecting records is like collecting stamps, or beermats, or antique thimbles. There's a whole world in here, a nicer,...

What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids...

A good compilation tape, like breaking up, is hard to do. You've got to kick off with a corker, to hold the attention {I started with 'Got To Get You Off My Mind', but then realised that she might not...

It's no wonder we're all such a mess, is it? We're like Tom Hanks in Big. Little boys and girls trapped in adult bodies and forced to get on with it.

I used to think--and given the way we ended up, maybe I still do--that all relationships need the kind of violent shove that a crush brings, just to get you started and to push you over the humps. And...

Have you got any soul? a woman asks the next afternoon. That depends, I feel like saying; some days yes, some days no. A few days ago I was right out; now I've got loads, too much, more than I can...

It's a mystery of human chemistry and I don't understand it, some people, as far as their senses are concerned, just feel like home.

I lost the plot for a while then. And I lost the subplot, the script, the soundtrack, the intermission, my popcorn, the credits, and the exit sign.

I've been thinking with my guts since I was fourteen years old, and frankly speaking, between you and me, I have come to the conclusion that my guts have shit for brains.

…I've had a bad week." What's happened?" Nothing's happened. I've had a bad week in my head, is all.

If you really wanted to mess me up, you should have got to me earlier.

Maybe we all live life at too high a pitch, those of us who absorb emotional things all day, and as mere consequence we can never feel merely content: we have to be unhappy, or ecstatically,...

Those days are gone, and good fucking riddance to them; unhappiness really meant something back then. Now it's just a drag, like a cold or having no money. If you really wanted to mess me up, you...

I'm very good at the past. It's the present I can't understand.

Over the last couple of years, the photos of me when I was a kid... well, they've started to give me a little pang or something - not unhappiness, exactly, but some kind of quiet, deep regret... I...

I've committed to nothing...and that's just suicide...by tiny, tiny increments.

Sentimental music has this great way of taking you back somewhere at the same time that it takes you forward, so you feel nostagic and hopeful all at the same time.

It's brilliant, being depressed; you can behave as badly as you like.

People worry about kids playing with guns, and teenagers watching violent videos; we are scared that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to...