Humility Was A Cult In My Family.

I Would Cling To Unhappiness Because It Was A Known, Familiar State. When I Was Happier, It Was Because I Knew I Was On My Way Back To Misery. I've Never Been Convinced That Happiness Is The Object Of The Game. I'm Wary Of Happiness.

You Hope That Your Teenage Self Would Like And Forgive Your 50-year-old Self.

Keep On Being Yourself.

Happiness Is The Twinkle In Your Grandmother's Eye As You Reverse The Tractor Off Her Legs.

I Admit I Can't Shake The Idea That There Is Virtue In Suffering, That There Is A Sort Of Psychic Economy, Whereby If You Embrace Success, Happiness And Comfort, These Things Have To Be Paid For.