I knew my affection for the Philippines was equally as telling: a democracy on paper, apparently well ordered, regularly subverted by irrational chaos. A place where I'd felt instantly at home.

Though I walk through the valley of death I will fear no evil, for I am the evilest motherfucker in the valley

Vietnam, me love you long time. All day, all night, me love you long time.

Tourists went on holidays while travellers did something else. They travelled.

I've never been to Comic-Con, but I'm certainly aware from this side of the Atlantic that it's a very important part of film marketing now, even when the films are not directly linked to a comic.

I do all this alone, everything I achieve, I achieve alone, because it's my head I'm locked into, and I share this space with nobody but myself.

Waking was the most reliable part of a dream, as built into dreams as death is to life. You dream, you wake: you live, you die.

The first I heard of the beach was in Bangkok, on the Ko Sanh Road.

I did keep a travel diary once and it was a big mistake. All I remember of that trip is what I bothered to write down.

I've written original material before, where I've come up with the idea and the characters myself, and that's definitely very different to working with someone else's characters and stories.

If you look at the whole life of the planet, we - you know, Man - has only been around for a few blinks of an eye. So if the infection wipes us all out, that is a return to normality.

All secrets sound the same in the dark.

We all want to hear the truth, but we also a Speak that Always?

To put it quite crudely ... the poor don't really know how the rich live, and the rich don't know how the poor live, and to find out is really enchanting to both of them.

Things take indeed a wondrous turn When learned men do stoop to learn.

There is nothing healthier for a man than to walk on his own two legs.

If I don't believe the Word of God, why should you believe it? If we don't believe it, why should the world believe us?

Think of the tools in a tool-box: there is a hammer, pliers, a saw, a screwdriver, a rule, a glue-pot, nails and screws.--The function of words are as diverse as the functions of these objects.

I hope that not one of them ever wanna even think about boxing.

When you're the only pea in the pod, your parents are likely to get you confused with the Hope diamond.

You are always on your way to a miracle.