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"I wanted to write about the Windrush generation because their story is part of British history, but it's a story that hasn't been told enough."
The dog is called Sandy. I like Sandy. He is not clever but he is very cheerful.
I think people believe in heaven because they don’t like the idea of dying, because they want to carry on living and they don’t like the idea that other people will move into their house and put their things into the rubbish.
I do not like proper novels. In proper novels people say things like, ‘I am veined with iron, with silver and with streaks of common mud. I cannot contract into the firm fist which those clench who do not depend on stimulus.’ What does this mean? I do not know. Nor does Father. Nor do the people who write these books.
I like dogs. You always know what a dog is thinking. It has four moods. Happy, sad, cross and concentrating.
All the other children at my school are stupid. Except I’m not meant to call them stupid, even though this is what they are.
I find people confusing.
Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them.
I think prime numbers are like life. They are very logical but you could never work out the rules, even if you spent all your time thinking about them.
"We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way."
"Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end."
"We do not write to be understood; we write in order to understand."
"Memory is the only paradise from which we cannot be driven."
"The future is a concept—it exists only in our minds."
"Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes."
"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."
"Life is a shipwreck, but we must not forget to sing in the lifeboats."
"Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us."
"We accept the love we think we deserve."
"We are all broken, that's how the light gets in."