“. . . a racer snake / slicking off / like a signature into the weeds.”

“I envied women with signature hair-dos, signature perfumes, signature sign-offs. Novelists who tell Vogue Magazine: “I can’t live without my Smythson notebook, Pomegranate Noir cologne by Jo Malone and Frette sheets”. In the grip of madness, materialism begins to look like an admirable belief system.”

“She was my rain. She was my unpredictable element. She was my fear. But a racer should not be afraid of rain; a racer should embrace the rain.”

“Oh, come off it. That surly cunt is squirming like a snake.” “Could there be some sort of Freudian symbolism in your choice of similes?”“What?” “Forget it...”

“After a real snake ended up on stage one night, it was well and truly pissed off about being on stage with Ozzy Osbourne, that snake was.”

“Life, it is not simple like a garden, where flowers are always flowers and weeds are always weeds.”