In England, We Have Such Good Manners

What Was Alien Was Being Ordinary, Being Humdrum, Being Trapped Into Appeasing...having To Crush And Stifle My Opinions, Not Being Allowed To Be Brilliant, Tricking Myself Into Mediocrity.

A Buddy Of Mine Was Addicted To Heroin And He Told Me That People Who Say Quitting Cigarettes Is Harder Than Quitting Heroin Are Wrong.

It Would Have Been Convenient To Be Gay. Just Because Of The Grooming, The Narcissism, Stuff Like That. But I Have This Kind Of Roaring Heterosexuality. Traditional, Uncomplicated Heterosexuality, An Almost Cliched Robin Askwith Thing.

It's Difficult To Believe In Yourself Because The Idea Of Self Is An Artificial Construction. You Are, In Fact, Part Of The Glorious Oneness Of The Universe. Everything Beautiful In The World Is Within You.

I Think Many Of The Boundaries That Convention Has Placed Upon Us Are Arbitrary, So We Can Fiddle With Them If We Fancy. Gravity's Hard To Dispute, And Breathing, But A Lot Of Things We Instinctively Obey Are A Lot Of Old Tosh.