Strangers used to gather together at the cinema and sit together in the dark, like Ancient Greeks participating in the mysteries, dreaming the same dream in unison.

Strangers used to gather together at the cinema and sit together in the dark, like Ancient Greeks participating in the mysteries, dreaming the same dream in unison.

Out of the frying pan into the fire! What is marriage but prostitution to one man instead of many? No different!

Irish was a man of parts even if some of them didn't work too well.

Moonlight, white satin, roses. A bride.

He is, I think, already pondering a magisterial project: that of buggering the English language, the ultimate revenge of the colonialised.

Nothing is a matter of life and death except life and death.