“As if any one of those peo­ple isn’t al­ready look­ing around for a new gu­ru to make sense out of their risk-​free bore­dom of a lifestyle while they watch the news on tele­vi­sion and pass judg­ment on me.”

“Peo­ple are look­ing for how to put ev­ery­thing to­geth­er. They need a uni­fied field the­ory that com­bines glam­our and ho­li­ness, fash­ion and spir­itu­al­ity. Peo­ple need to rec­on­cile be­ing good and be­ing good-​look­ing.”

“Things do make sense at the time we do them. Then later on, they may make absolutely no sense at all. Isn’t that amazing? Actually often they don’t make any sense even while we’re doing them.”

“Any one of those boys wanted to push me around, I’d say bring it on. Hell, I’d pay for one of ‘em to move into my house. They don’t even have to do me; just walk around so I can watch. Maybe in a towel.”

“But strong isn’t suits and a stupidly expensive lifestyle.” “No?” “No. Strong is having the faith to run after a guy you’ve fallen for and taking the risk of looking like an idiot in the middle of St Pancras. And not giving enough of a fuck to not do it.”

“It was one of those moments when everything is out of balance, I suppose, and just watching an odd thing seems to make sense. The squirrel scampered up a tree trunk, the sound of its nails like water in a tub.”