Live by yourself and you bound to talk yourself and when ye commence that folks start it up that you’re light in the head. But I reckon it’s all right to talk to a dog...

In those days I used to talk to myself as if reciting poetry.

Christ,” he said to the tiny reflection of himself that floated along the surface of his coffee,”You have become quite the maudlin sop, haven’t you? Laughing softly, he rubbed a hand over his face. Step...

A man speaking sense to himself is no madder than a man speaking nonsense not to himself.

I’m talking to myself in two different personas now. I’m reaching for a full-throttle meltdown and why not? Why stop halfway? Why not just go for it, jump on and ride the wave?

Sleep is like a cat: It only comes to you if you ignore it. I drank more and continued my mantra. ‘Stop thinking’, swig, ’empty your head’, swig, ‘now, seriously empty your head’.