I'm a Taurus, you know. A bull. I belong in a field.

I want truth. I'm crying out to hear it. I need it like oxygen.

We must remember to enjoy ourselves.

Seven thirty in the morning is too early for a man of my standing.

I have two vintage typewriters. One just about works and the other hasn't a hope in hell, bless it. But they're both beautiful, and they'll stay with me just as long as there's a roof over my head.

I once knew a girl who didn't know where anywhere was in the world. Not a clue. I asked her if she knew where Africa was and she answered, 'Is it the orange one on a map?'

I can't abide small talk.

I've spent so much of my adult life in relationships that it's actually quite pleasant to be alone at last. I turned thirty-six the other day, which staggers me when I think about it.

I'm the worst ad anyone could possibly be for abstaining from anything.

I like a decent funeral, and God knows in my family we've seen enough of them. Looking through family photographs now is like watching an episode of 'Dad's Army.

Milk which is just about to turn is akin to that moment spent on the cusp of failure in a dulled and fettered relationship.

Apologies, one loses perspective after spending a week in a brothel.

Nobody goes to a movie and watches the script. There is a lot of other stuff going on.

Who apart from ourselves, can see any difference between our victories and our defeats?

I want to have time. When you're doing a monthly book, you're like a man racing after a bus. You're breathless and red-faced. I want to build in quality control.

I think if we all acted the way we felt, four out of eight people at a dinner table would be sitting there sobbing.

I've occasionally been asked to talk on Israel-Palestine. Sometimes it works, and sometimes it elicits hysteria in the community.

I want to see thirst In the syllables, Tough fire In the sound; Feel through the dark For the scream.

Book love is something like romantic love. When we are reading a really great book, burdens feel lighter, cares seem smaller.

The pursuit of pleasure must be the goal of every rational person.

Well I come from a land, from a far away place, where the caravan camels roam. They will cut of your ear if they don't like your face, it's babaric, but hey, it's home.