For each Joan of Arc there is a Hitler perched at the other end of the teeter-totter.

I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train ran down along the coast we came to the ocean and then he looked at me and said, it’s not pretty.

Most people are not ready for death, theirs or anybody elses.

that your power of command with simple language was one of the magnificent things of our century. (from the poem: result)

I was fairly poor but most of my money went for wine and classical music. I loved to mix the two together.

Pain is strange. A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire.... Pain arrives, BANG, and there it is, it sits on you. It's real. And to anybody watching, you look foolish. Like you've suddenly become an idiot. There's no cure for it unless you know somebody who understands how you feel, and knows how to help.

If you're going to try, go all the way. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs and maybe your mind.