I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.

You know the best thing about aeroplanes? Apart from the peanuts in the little silver bags, I mean.

It's looking out of the windows at the clouds, and thinking, maybe I could go walking in there. Maybe it's a special place where everything's okay.

Sometimes I do go walking in the clouds, but it's just cold and wet and empty. But when you look out of a plane it's a special world... and I like that.

I said, I prefer the ocean when it's gray. Or not really gray. A pale, in-between color. It reminds me of waiting for something good to happen.

Not knowing everything is all that makes it OK, sometimes...

We are all born mad. Some remain so.

There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.