A final splash plops … all water-movement ceases and the screen is a black velvet void. - Peter Greenaway

When I was young I hated my body because it was so thin -- now I try not to look at it too much because it's so old. There perhaps might have been just six months when I felt comfortable with it -- when I discovered alcohol for the first time and learnt to drive and was fattening out and had just met your mother.

It is the trajectory of a thrown stone. It follows the hump of a humped-back whale from nose to tail. It's bounded like a smooth, sheep-cropped, grassy hill. It is a graph-line through a grey, blue, and then a grey again, sky.

Take Mitchel here -- no -- on second thoughts -- don't -- because he's a crude little bugger.