As a viewer I came of age during a time when cast members were prone to fistfights. So I may be carrying a little of that kind of image in my head.

When we went to war at the Falklands, Buck Kernan had to shake each man's hand as we boarded a boat for war.

Pro Publica distorts the relationship between organizations and their consultants.

For each show, we do maybe 15 versions before it goes on air. So I know every show microscopically.

The Clash, in particular, transcends any category.

When you do something bad and you know you can do it, only you know you can do it. And do it while it's hot, man.

My dad is a little Scottish guy with tattoos all over his arms.

In the British military system, there is a very strict chain of command. Americans just want to win, and the correct strategy may be to speak directly to the men.

I was a section commander in the parachute regiment [in the British army].

I'm consciously working very hard at not eating.

I think there's a core of real anger or misery inside every true stand-up comic.

For how can any human be separate from humanity and humanness?

Artificial intelligence is growing up fast, as are robots whose facial expressions can elicit empathy and make your mirror neurons quiver.

I'm tired of all this nonsense about beauty being skin deep. That's deep enough. What do you want, an adorable pancreas?

Living radical isn't about where you live - it's about how you love.

Man is a beautiful machine that works very badly. He is like a watch of which the most that can be said is that its cosmetic effect is good.

Chiropractic works in harmony with the basic healing forces of the body, whereas the allopathic, western medical establishment doesn't have nearly as holistic a vision.

Trying on jeans is my favorite thing. Maybe later I can get a pap smear from an old male doctor.

Readers don't work for writers. They work for themselves.

I'm not writing novels, the screenplays are my novels, so I'm gonna write it the best that I can. If the movie never gets made, it'd almost be okay because I did it. It's there on the page.

They took a baseball bat and whacked open his head. Mummy Boy fell to the ground; he finally was dead. Inside of his head were no candy or prizes, just a few stray beetles of various sizes.