Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once and it’s too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst.
The important thing is that he shook hands with us over the phone.
It’s a great thing when you realize you still have the ability to surprise yourself. Makes you wonder what else you can do that you’ve forgotten about.
I felt pride, wonderful pride, when I was captain. It was an honour to take over from Labby. Anybody who has ever captained a big club, which Everton are, will tell you it’s a great honour.
Once Everton has touched you nothing will be the same.
Never underestimate the power of denial.
You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure.
The fact that we die, that makes life important. It’s hard to take, but it’s the truth.
I’m 53. I don’t care about high school students. I find them irritating and uninformed.
My own belief is that people can come back from anything. It doesn’t mean that it won’t come at a huge cost.
Not everything is going to be successful. To strive for that is really naive. You just do the best you can do.
Racism is ridiculous no matter where it’s coming from.
I certainly believe that what we perceive as humans is just the tip of the iceberg. I don’t necessarily believe in vampires or werewolves or that kind of thing, but I believe there is definitely a realm we don’t necessarily have access to.
I was conveniently bisexual for a long time, and then I went, ‘Come on, who am I kidding?’ And I have to say, it was the single biggest step I took toward emotional well-being, to stop feeling like I had to hide who I am.
I’m not a believer in luck, but I do believe you need it.
It’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life. You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure. But don’t worry, you will someday.
His POV: Angela lies beneath us, embarrassed and vulnerable. This is not the mythically carnal creature of Lester’s fantasies; this is a nervous child.
Write what you care about, write what moves you, what intrigues you and you find compelling, write what angers you and makes you sad.
Lester starts unbuttoning Angela’s blouse. She seems disconnected from what’s happened. Lester pulls her blouse open, exposing her breasts.
Sometimes there’s so much beauty in the world, I feel like I can’t take it, and my heart is just going to cave in.