“How it did - in terms of commercial performance, is not how it feels to us. At the time it felt like this is not quite finished and not quite right.”

“I don’t feel like a heart-throb. I don’t really know how to get used to it. It’s all quite bizarre.”

“Nothing is ever quite right, is it, after a parent dies? No matter how well things go, something always feels slightly off…”

“You know how sometimes, your life is so perfect you’re afraid for the next moment, because it couldn’t possibly be quite as good? That’s what it felt like.”

“I've always felt quite like an outsider. I don't really belong in the mainstream, and I quite like that.”

“How these curiosities would be quite forgott, did not such idle fellowes as I am putt them downe.”

“How then did it work out, all this? How did one judge people, think of them? How did one add up this and that and conclude that it is liking one felt, or disliking?”

“I sat there for three hours and did not feel the time or the boredom of our talk and its foolish disconnection. As long as I could hear his voice, I was quite lost, quite blind, quite outside my own self.”

“I didnt pay atteniton to times or distance, instead focusing on how it felt just to be in motion, knowing it wasn't about the finish line but how I got there that mattered.”

“A part of us stayed like that: fearful of the world around us, and-no matter how much we despised ourselves for it-unable quite to let each other go.”