There was a terribly ghastly silence. There was a terribly ghastly noise. There was a terribly ghastly silence.
The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don't.
I am terribly proud of-I was born in Cambridge in 1952 and my initials are DNA!
I think the idea of art kills creativity.
The light was only just visible - except of course that there was no one to see, no witnesses, not this time, but it was nevertheless a light.
This man is the bee's knees, Arthur, he is the wasp's nipples. He is, I would go so far as to say, the entire set of erogenous zones of every major flying insect of the Western world.