Let me explain before another word is written: I have never once asked a cat, “So tell me what’s up, Charlie?” and Charlie says, “Jeez Jackson, thanks for asking. A little annoyed by the fluorescent...

I am in no mood to fulminate on paper–I wish the two of us were in a room together talking of what matters most, the air thick with affinity. In January a man crawls into...

We never actually have serious conversations about anything for more than 20 seconds. So there’s a beautiful superficiality to our relationship which sometimes gets covered up by all the genuine affection flowing back and forth.

You prove to people that you don’t pay attention to their words when they see that you don’t remember what they tell you earlier.

I’d say that I stand corrected, but I do not. There is a marquis on the premises. If you’d like to dance with him, I’ll see if a servant can fetch him from the nursery.