Beer was the driving force that led nomadic mankind into village life. It was this appetite for beer-making material that led to crop cultivation, permanent settlement and agriculture.

Beer is sacred business, a mood-altering food substance that may have preserved the human species. To drink beer is to be human.

Beer is a gift from the goddesses, a soothing balm given our species to bring joy and comfort in compensation for the curse of self-awareness, the awful realization of our mortality

The only kind of universe that I can even begin to conceive is an inconceivable one.

The aristocrats had to force them to do their jobs. After all, human beings are not badgers. We aren't molded to stoop.

Nothing happened, and nothing kept happening.

I like things to be orderly.

The most difficult thing to read is time. Maybe because it changes so many things.

I am interested in circulating past iconography in the present in order to get to the future.

I will take all the steps necessary to give the NHS at least another £100million per week by 2020.

Art = a mad search for individualism.

The day is always his, who works in it with serenity and great aims.

We assume that we have free will and that we make decisions, but we don't. Neurons do. We decide that this sum total driving us is a decision we have made for ourselves. But it is not.