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We’re all in this world for so little time. It’s a glimpse of a particle of a millisecond. One day, we think about something we want to do. The next day, the time has gone, the body has decayed, the mind has moved, the world is rearranged, the thing no longer makes sense, but the remnants of it—the desires, the wishes—they linger, like a signature... See more

Like relishing embarrassment and pride alike, and having flowers around.

Intelligence, as well, is really a kind of taste: taste in ideas.

a principle is not a principle until it costs you something.

We didn’t follow a playbook. We followed our instincts.

As I’m about to leave, my eye falls on an envelope on the doormat I now own. Inside it is a £20 note and a scribbled letter. “Dear Fox & King, I’d like to order a book. I’m not in very good health and books give me a reason to keep going. Please keep the change and give it to someone who needs it. Someone who can’t afford to buy a book for... See more

We were so theoretical about things for so long, and were worrying if anyone would get the various threads we were weaving together.

“Man, sometimes it takes you a long time to sound like yourself.”

Because the erotic does not offer guarantees. Sometimes it leads us to joy. Sometimes to heartbreak. Often to both, simultaneously. But it always leads us somewhere real.