I gave the prescribed Metropolitan Police "first greeting". "Oi!" I said "What do you think you're doing?

What do you think you're doing?

Coffee arrived and the espresso was excellent, like an aromatic electric fence.

In the winter she curls up around a good book and dreams away the cold.

This is your brain on magic.

For a terrifying moment I thought he was going to hug me, but fortunately we both remembered we were English just in time. Still, it was a close call.

On the plus side, there were no rioters in sight but on the minus side this was probably because everywhere I looked was on fire.

Holy paranormal activity, Nightingale - to the Jag mobile.

The clever people at CERN are smashing particles together in the hope that Doctor Who will turn up and tell them to stop

That which does not kill us has to get up extra early in the morning if it wants to get us next time.

This I know for a fact: the reason African women have children is so that there's someone else to do the housework.

Nature is a burning and frigid, transparent and limited universe in which nothing is possible but everything is given.

Dance is for everybody. I believe that the dance came from the people and that it should always be delivered back to the people.

To ask too much is the way to be denied all.

Humility is, of all graces, the chiefest when it does not know itself to be a grace at all.

In my plays I want to look at life at the commonplace of existence as if we had just turned a corner and run into it for the first time.

Dead are all gods: now we want the overman to live.

Not many composers have ideas. Far more of them know how to use strange instruments which do not require ideas.

Anger was better than tears, better than grief, better than guilt.

Thinking about what songs are coming next instead of just relaxing, breathing and playing from my heart. Sometimes it can get to be almost like the enemy.

Change is inevitable, though," he replied. "As is disappointment. Best to get used to it now.