Objectivity is just male subjectivity.

I like the rain before it falls. of course there is no such thing, she said. That's why it's my favorite. Something can still make you happy, can't it, even if it isn't real.

I'm one of those unlucky people who had a happy childhood.

The writer I feel the most affinity with - you said you felt my books are 19th century novels, I think they're 18th century novels - is Fielding, Henry Fielding, he's the guy who does it for me.

You would go mad if you began to speculate about the impact your novel might have while you were still writing it.

Writers never feel comfortable having labels attached to them, however accurate they are.

Contemporary Britain seems an endlessly fascinating place to me - but if I knew a little bit more about other places, and other times, maybe it wouldn't.

Some people don't realize that a straight 'No' can be the kindest answer in the world.

Ah, well, I have no talent for nonfiction, that's my problem.

For many weeks after [my wife] died, I could not get used to the feeling of coldness and lifelessness on her side of the bed - and it was even worse when they took the body away and buried her.

The more melancholy side of my literary personality is much in tune with BS Johnson's.

You don't have to wait until something or someone is gone to appreciate the true value

Uh, my lord, I am not actually food. You do realize this, yes?

Man seems to be capable of great virtues but not of small virtues; capable of defying his torturer but not of keeping his temper.

I've found that techniques and practices of energy medicine offer healings that are often quicker, safer, and more effective than many better known healing practices.

A good calculator does not need artificial aids.

Your beautiful don't let anyone tell you different

A broken promise is not a lie.

It is true fortitude to stand firm against All shocks of fate, when cowards faint and die In fear to suffer more calamity.

[Miss] Piggy was amazing, I was nervous because I wrote our opening. I wrote the song, wrote what we were going to do. And first I was hoping that they would approve it, because they're not playing.

World, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee/ Life would not yield to age.