Cats names are more for human benefit. They give one a certain degree more confidence that the animal belongs to you.

The darker the subject, the more light you must try to shed on the matter. And vice versa.

As a writer one is allowed to have conversations with oneself. What is considered sane in writers is made for the rest of the human race.

What I find interesting is how close you can run the laughter along the seam of seriousness, and occasionally cross it, so that half the house genuinely doesn't know whether to laugh or cry. Custard pie humour is fairly universal, but at the other end, which I'm more interested in, there's the humour that hovers on the darkness, that walks in the shadow of something else, not always that obvious.

Few women care to be laughed at and men not at all, except for large sums of money.

Salad, I can't bear salad. It grows while you're eating it, you know.

He really is terribly heavy going. Like running up hill in roller skates.