Love! The poor word. How it has suffered up and down the streets of the world.

I guess the quality that makes one write poetry keeps one from selling it.

London is like a woman with too many years to encourage confession.

Even those who lose the battle are not cowards - if they have fought.

You may want to sit with the following question: How much am I identifying with a job title rather than what I intuitively know is my work to share with the world?

Neatness of phrase is so closely akin to wit that it is often accepted as its substitute.

Mental health is seen as a massive drag to have to write about - worthy, dull. Something you should 'have' to read / write about.

I am the nice adversary, the guy that's going to ask the tough questions and is not going to be happy with the quick answer.

There is no end to one's faults. To think of them makes one humble.

I’ve learned in a hundred ways that I rarely regretted acting but often regretted NOT acting fast enough.

On the one hand, loss implies gain; on the other hand, gain implies loss.

I have nothing to say to him [Ronald Reagan], because he is mad. He is foolish. He is an Israeli dog.

Every artist has to face his own demons and evolve his own method of working.