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When you share joy and tenderness and sadness at the prospect of a long time away from people you love it's easy to forget for a moment the reason you're leaving.

I've always been someone who overthinks things, works shit out and imagines the consequences of actions, my actions.

Sometimes it's just easier to keep going forward together than to leave.

It's a sobering feeling the moment you become your parents' parent.

[...] When I say legendary it just means I've told it a lot.

I wanted to be good straight away and when I wasn't I lost heart. Like everything in life these things take time and effort.

I still have Mum's temper, that fiery red fog that descends; she left me with that and after reading this book you'd be forgiven for thinking she'd also left me her penchant for excess. This, for me, is a work in progress, a chance to not make the same mistakes.

I grow to oddly like that feeling. Sometimes you fall back to something you know and understand, even if it's something that hurts. You get used to it and at the end of the day it's better to feel something, even if it's pain, than feel nothing at all.

Before you judge a person it's important to realise and understand what may have happened in their life to make them become what they eventually become.

My personality is such that losing things is bad for me, it unsettles me, makes me feel disappointed with my brain. I don't want a glitch in my matrix.

[Michael] Smiley was the guy who made me realise that it was all right to succeed. No one had ever told me that. It was something I'd never considered before. That's stayed with me ever since. It's okay to succeed. I knew what it felt like to hurt and fail, those things were familiar to me. But the thought that I was allowed to succeed was something new and scary and something I needed to hear.

[...] If you want me to dislike anyone tell me we'll really get on.

Sad as it sounds, I always thought if there was a book about loss and tragedy they'd probably ask me to write the foreword.

Being under terrific amount of pressure and losing love and face and dignity can make people, good people, any people, stumble.

I've never been one to just turn off emotions the way a fishmonger might simply turn off the running tap. For me shit lingers, which means small arguments tend to hang around.