The very act of drawing an object, however badly, swiftly takes the drawer from a woolly sense of what the object looks like to a precise awareness of its component parts and particularities.

Intimacy is the capacity to be rather weird with someone - and finding that that's ok with them.

I'm also interested in the modern suggestion that you can have a combination of love and sex in a marriage - which no previous society has ever believed.

The fear of saying something stupid (which stupid people never have) has censored far more good ideas than bad ones.

The arrogance that says analysing the relationship between reasons and causes is more important than writing a philosophy of shyness or sadness or friendship drives me nuts. I can't accept that.

You need a long hard day's work to reveal the logic of the craving for very bad tv and alcohol.

Most victories are, in the best way, acts of revenge.