Writer's a lovers quarrel - encounters breathe the quill...

If there was one thing I had learned. . . it was that politics was a damn dirty business.

Our vocation is not simply to be, but to work together with God in the creation of our own life, our own identity, our own destiny....To work out our identity in God.

Dear Dad, When you sent me to school that morning, I thought you loved me. But now I see you for what you are. You called me a monster and a freak. But you’re the one that raised me.

One beautiful day, a radiant day, Mr Roman Abramovich introduced himself to me and said I should put a shopping list together.

The job of the artist, is to say, wait a second, everything that we have thought is wrong. Let's re-examine it.

Write what you know will always be excellent advice for those who ought not to write at all. Write what you think, what you imagine, what you suspect!

Oh, law and order! I often think it is that that is at the bottom of all the misery in the world.

Horizontal and vertical sprawl... are the dinosaurs of an ending fossil-fuel age of synthetic culture.

Education belongs pre-eminently to the church ... neutral or lay schools from which religion is excluded are contrary to the fundamental principles of education.

As an only child, I never felt insecure and always had total love.