I can't really articulate what I feel.

When you lead a life of scholarship you can't be bothered with the humorous realities, you know, tits, that kind of thing.

How can the unknown merit reverence? In other words how can you revere that of which you are ignorant? At the same time, it would be ridiculous to propose that what we know merits reverence. What we know merits any one of a number of things, but it stands to reason reverence isn't one of them. In other words, apart from the known and the unknown, what else is there?

If Milosevic is to be tried, he has to be tried by a proper court, an impartial, properly constituted court which has international respect.

One way of looking at speech is to say it is a constant stratagem to cover nakedness.

I don't intend to simply go away and write my plays and be a good boy. I intend to remain an independent and political intelligence in my own right.

The more acute the experience, the less articulate its expression.