It's weird...you know the end of something great is coming, but you want to hold on, just for one more second...just so it can hurt a little more.

The world is always ending for someone. It’s a good line. I give it to the father of the child. He says it to his wife. ‘The world is always ending for someone,’ he says. She is trying to quieten the baby, and does not hear him. I doubt that it would matter if she did.

I sat in the dark and thought: There’s no big apocalypse. Just an endless procession of little ones.

I wish being a beekeeper, which I am, gave you a free pass on the carbon footprint, but it doesn't.

I was one those kids who had books on them. Before weddings, Bar Mitzvahs, funerals and anything else where you're actually meant to not be reading, my family would frisk me and take the book away. If they didn't find it by this point in the procedure, I would be sitting over in that corner completely unnoticed just reading my book.

I felt very much like a hooker who had just been told she was a lady of the evening.