Never trust anybody with only one book.

When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks, "Has the bus come yet?". If the bus came would I be standing here?

If you don't know how to meditate at least try to spend some time every day just sitting.

Oh aye...my Father would thrash me every now and then. He'd talk while he did it too! He'd hit me and shout, 'Have ye had enough?' Had enough? Whit kind of question is that? 'Why, Father, would another kick in the balls be out of the question???'

I think my securities far outweigh my insecurities. I am not nearly as afraid of myself and my imagination as I used to be.

The zombie sex, I have no idea. It must be like tantric sex.

The great thing about Glasgow is that if there's a nuclear attack it'll look exactly the same afterwards.