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

God doesn't do notes, either. Did Jesus Christ say, "Can I be excused the Crucifixion?" No!

We started off trying to set up a small anarchist community, but people wouldn't obey the rules.

I'm all in favour of free expression provided it's kept rigidly under control.

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.

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 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.