He’ll think of the tiny details only a poet thinks of. He used to phone me up when he’s miserable or when he’s upset about some other drama and I’d say ‘Ok, Pete, it’s fine. Alright, where are you?’ And he’d go [dramatically] ‘In the rain!’ Just that sort of thing. So endearing. So beautiful.
— Carl Barât on Pete Doherty (via albion-sails-on-course)