I can understand companionship. I can understand bought sex in the afternoon, but I cannot understand the love affair.

Of course his dust would be absorbed in other living things and to that degree at least he would exist again, though it was plain enough that the specific combination which was he would never exist again.

History is nothing but gossip about the past, with the hope that it might be true.

It is vice to go to bed with someone you are not married to or have someone of your own sex or to get money for having sex with someone who does not appeal to you-incidentally, the basis of half the marriages of my generation.

Commercialism is doing well that which should not be done at all.

Writing when you are already very old means you have lived through the endings of so many things, you are more aware of the shape life takes. You begin to know Death, you've been close to it. But youth can barely imagine the end of this journey.

I believe it's my pastoral duty to convert friends to atheism.