***A KEY WORD*** Imagined
I do so many things. Like when I was younger, if I drove past a house that I didn't want to live in, I'd hold my breath. Driving around somewhere like Slough I'd go blue in the face.
I have endless playlists on my iPod so will throw on, say, Bruce Springsteen or The Smiths, depending on what kind of day I'm going to have.
You never think you're as old as you're ever going to get.
And it's as you get older that you realize that the things that make you strange are the things that make you who you are. And that's a lovely place to get to.
When you get a bit older and you realise that no one knows what they're doing, no one's perfect and it's fine.
I've been told I make a very good brew.
I'm glad the universe is pointless. It means if I get to the end of my life, the universe can't turn to me and go, 'What have you been doing, you idiot? That's not the point!
I feel comfortable in Spanish, I chat like a parrot, but I don't have the confidence in Spanish that I do in English.
Thank God for the tsunami, and thank God that two thousand dead Swedes are fertilizing the ground over there [in Asia]. How many of these two thousand, do you suppose, were fags and dykes? This is how the Lord deals with His enemies. And the Lord has got some enemies. And Sweden heads the list. You filthy Swedes. You filthy Swedes!
If you know Christ and him crucified, you know enough to make you happy, supposing you know nothing else. And without this, all your other knowledge cannot keep you from being everlastingly miserable.