It [Cambridge] wasn't a holy grail in the sense that I'd never been to Cambridge. But then, when I did go, the contrast between Leeds, which was very black and sooty in those days, and Cambridge, which seemed like something out of a fairystory, in the grip of a hard frost, was just wonderful.

Art comes out of art; it begins with imitation, often in the form of parody, and it's in the process of imitating the voice of others that one comes to learn the sound of one's own.

I have never understood disliking for war. It panders to instincts already catered for within the scope of any respectable domestic establishment.

I suppose I'm the only person who remembers one of the most exciting of his ballets-it's the fruit of an unlikely collaboration between Nijinsky on the one hand and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle on the other.

Were we closer to the ground as children, or is the grass emptier now?

Had your forefathers, Wigglesworth, been as stupid as you are, the human race would never have succeeded in procreating itself.

So boring you fall asleep halfway through her name.