There's something oddly satisfying about coughing up a particularly big mouthful of phlegm. Could almost let you skip breakfast. (1 April 2010) - Yahtzee Croshaw

The cake is vanilla; I asked for chocolate; The tears They will not stop. (Prince of Persia: Emo Warrior)

I had written a beautiful piece for today. It was a rant about how much I despise Halloween. It was witty, well-written and a shining example of a writer at the top of his form. Then I tried to save it, and my computer crashed. So I guess you won't get to read it. Out of all the people in the world, I am the only one who had the opportunity to read my brilliant Halloween article, and now the text is already fading from my cruel, cruel short-term memory, the paragraphs lost in a whirling sea of data, never to be seen again. (31 October 2002)

I have a very patchy memory of my childhood. It's one of the things about myself I'm most proud of. (More From the Poetry Corner)