At the drabber moments of my life (swilling some excrement from the steps, for instance, or rooting with a bent coat-hanger down a blocked sink) thoughts occur like 'I bet Tom Stoppard doesn't have to do this' or There is no doubt David Hare would have deputed this to an underling.'

In winter, some voices are like coats.

You are made of bent coat hangers, honey, gravel, epoxy and handstands. I am made of lying on the floor, the same song on repeat.

Wear a towel instead of a coat, it’s very chic. Or your husband’s boxer shorts with a belt, or something from your grandmother. It’s all about do-it-yourself at the moment.

I wanna meet the person who wrote the Burlington Coat Factory thing, but that's cool. I would love to understand it more, but everything is good.

I am a person who goes out without a purse. I put things in my coat pockets, so I don't have any accessories.

I've never wanted to just ride on coat tails. I don't know, if you don't earn something then it doesn't feel as good.

Eyes wide and blank as the buttons on a first Communion coat.

You may not divide the seamless coat of learning,

I'm a born-again Christian, but that's not the coat that I wear. It's just how my heart's been changed.