I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.

Boys my age with whom, in spite of everything, I was obliged to mix occasionally, mocked me.

They lay together in a sheltered place among the ruins of Brasilia while deathbeams from Chinese EMVs played like blue searchlights on broken ceramic walls.

i'd never try to be like him/her.I'monly try to be like ME.

If I had had the power to prevent my own birth I should certainly never have consented to accept existence under such ridiculous conditions.

...Our stories are drive by who we are and what we do, and not by the events that happens to us.

Political correctness is one of the engines of nannyism. Allowing and even encouraging offensive ideas is vital for the intellectually health of a free society.

Strange as it may seem, there is nothing in which a young and beautiful female appears to more advantage than in the art of smoking.

Kindness is the color in the cathedral window which woven into beautiful characters shuts out the hideous sights of a world which is all too practical.

I love playing a dad. It's hard to find family dramas that are genuinely funny.

Patriotic societies seem to think that the way to educate school children in a democracy is to stage bigger and better flag-saluting.

A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot!