I’ve been thinking with my guts since I was fourteen years old, and, frankly, I think my guts have shit for brains. - Nick Hornby

I'm sorry, but there's no disturbed mental balance here, my friend. I'd say he got it just right. Bad thing upon bad thing upon bad thing... Surely that's fair enough? Surely the coroner's report should read, "He took his own life after sober and careful contemplation of the fucking shambles it had become."

I couldn't get the mood back; it was as if one of the kids had woken up just as Cindy and I were starting to make love. I hadn't changed my mind, and I still knew that I'd have to do it sometime. It's just that I knew I wasn't going to be able to do it in the next five minutes.

By the early seventies I had become an Englishman — that is to say, I hated England just as much as half my compatriots seemed to do.