Would You Like A Whiskey?' I Say.

When I Think About It, If I Had To Choose, I'd Rather Be Happy Than Write.

It Was The Darkness That Got You. It Was Heavy Darkness, Greasy And Compelling. It Made Walls Round You, And Shut You In So That You Felt Like You Could Not Breathe.

I've Been So Ridiculous All My Life That A Little Bit More Or A Little Bit Less Hardly Matters Now.

That Expression You Get In Your Eyes When You Are Very Tired And Everything Is Like A Dream And You Are Starting To Know What Things Are Like Underneath What People Say They Are.

A Room Is, After All, A Place Where You Hide From The Wolves. That's All Any Room Is.