There's nothing to took forward to any more if you don't have dreams," he said. "Because dreams are goals and John might have run out of goals. So he died.

I'd run you know. It's like when you're really busy doing something and you don't have time to think about things. Well, I'd run and run and run so I couldn't think.

We're so different. You're an intellectual. I'm an idiot.""Don't say that," I yelled. "You're not an idiot, you stupid idiot.

I think that we vote, not to get the best party in, but to keep the worst party out.

But you're almost eighteen. You're old enough. Everyone else is doing it.And next year someone is going to say to someone else 'but you're only sixteen, everyone else is doing it' Or one day someone will tell your daughter that she's only thirteen and everyone else is doing it. I don't want to do it because everyone else is doing it.

We don't even love each other.I do a bit, you know.You do what a bit?You know. Like you...whatever...love you a bit.I think I kind of love you too.

I just don't trust people who have bodies that change with their moods.Well then you'll never trust the opposite sex again.

What is it? A prize or something?No. It's not a prize and I'm not a prize. But it's mine. It belongs to me and I can only give it away once, and I want to be so sure when it happens. I don't want to say that the first time for me was bad or it didn't mean a thing.

I won't push you for it anymore, okay. We'll stick to clever conversation.A bit of this and that won't hurt.Yeah, it won't hurt you. It'll drive me bloody crazy.