Our masters have not heard the people's voice for generations and it is much, much louder than they care to remember.

I think that in an increasingly virtual world, lovingly produced artefacts are at a premium.

Growing up in the Boroughs, I thought I must be the cleverest boy in the world, an illusion that I was able to maintain until I got to the grammar school.

A live body and a dead body contain the same number of particles. Structurally, there's no discernible difference. Life and death are unquantifiable abstracts. Why should I be concerned?

As I see it, part of the art of being a hero is knowing when you don't need to be one anymore.

Art makes us feel less alone. It makes us think: somebody else has thought this, somebody else has had these feelings.

Everybody has their story to tell.