I'm remote from most technology to the point that I'm kind of Amish.

London has been used as the emblematic English city, but it's far from representative of what life in England is actually about.

This city is dying of rabies. Is the best I can do to wipe random flecks of foam from its lips?

Please don't worry. It's a psychological complaint, common amongst ex-librarians. You see, she thinks she's a coffee table edition.

Perhaps this is the purpose of all art, all writing, on the murders, fiction and non-fiction: Simply to participate.

In countries like the U.S. and Great Britain, we exist in a wholly sexualized culture, where everything from cars to snack food are sold with a healthy slathering of sex to make them more commercially appealing.

I shall die here. Every last inch of me shall perish. Except one. An inch. It's small and it's fragile and it's the only thing in the world worth having. we must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.