Now shall I walk or shall I ride? 'Ride,' Pleasure said; 'Walk,' Joy replied.

The world is now too small for anything but brotherhood.

Extraordinary people survive under the most terrible circumstances and they become more extraordinary because of it.

The only time I feel at ease is swinging up and down in a coconut tree.

We could ask artists from abroad to come in too, so that there could be a mixing and matching of skills from Europe, America and here which would widen our world.

What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare.

There is no nonsense so gross that society will not, at some time, make a doctrine of it and defend it with every weapon of communal stupidity.

My life has been one long descent into respectability.

The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend.

It will be in the convergence of evolutionary biology, developmental biology and cancer biology that the answer to cancer will lie. Nor will this confluence be a one-way street.

It was an interesting question as to whether the BBC had a future in the digital world, and what form of market failure could justify the licence fee system.

Artistic symbols and myths speak out of the primordial, preconscious realm of the mind which is powerful and chaotic. Both symbol and myth are ways of bringing order and form into this chaos.

Do you love me?" I ask.In your hesitation I found my answer.

God is also born again and again on this earth to enjoy the childhood.

Whether you're aware of it or not, any kind of collage idea becomes a part of how you see the world once you incorporate media and internet and video games and all these things.

He'd woken up the next day in the city hospital with Magnus Bane staring down at him with an odd expression--it could have been deep concern or merely curiosity, it was hard to tell with Magnus.

There is natural ignorance and there is artificial ignorance. I should say at the present moment the artificial ignorance is about eighty-five per cent.

I like the conscious manipulation that a great director can have. When you're both complicit in the manipulation of an emotion.

I do not judge, I only chronicle.

I kiss her mouth and I know... for everything there is a word... for everything but this.

The smashing of idols is in itself such a preoccupation that it is almost impossible for the iconoclast to look clearly into a future when there will not be many idols left to smash.