I dont know whether you've ever looked into a miner's eyes for any length of time, that is. Because it is the loveliest blue you've ever seen. I think perhaps that's why I live in Ibiza, because the blue of the Mediterranean, you see, reminds me of the blue of the eyes of those Doncaster miners.

I've never seen the point of the sea, except where it meets the land. The shore has a point. The sea has none.

I was an only child. I lost both my parents. By the time I was twenty I was bald. I'm homosexual. In the way of circumstances and background to transcend I had everything an artist could possibly want. It was practically a blueprint.

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

Life is rather like a tin of sardines - we're all of us looking for the key.

Children always assume the sexual lives of their parents come to a grinding halt at their conception.

Authors, she soon decided, were probably best met within the pages of their novels, and were as much creatures of the reader's imagination as the characters in their books. Nor did they seem to think one had done them a kindness by reading their writings. Rather they had done one the kindness by writing them.