They had a... dog called Bluey. A know psychopath, Bluey would attack himself if nothing else was available.

As far as talent goes, Marilyn Monroe was so minimally gifted as to be almost unemployable, and anyone who holds to the opinion that she was a great natural comic identifies himself immediately as a dunce.

The streets, at least in this part of town, seemed impossibly clean in comparison to London. The public telephones were unvandalised. For a London telephone booth to look like that it would have to be guarded around the clock by the SAS.

Visitors who come from the Soviet Union and tell you how marvelous it is to be able to look at public buildings without advertisements stuck all over them are just telling you that they can't decipher the cyrillic alphabet.

One of the virtues of the NHS... it doesn't worry you about money at the moment when you're least capable of doing anything about it.

If we want a book to do more than what it does, that's a condemnation. If we want it to do more of what it does, that's an endorsement.

People should be stopped from writing poetry. There's far too much of it. And if they're any good, they'll go ahead anyways.