Iraq is just a symbol of the attitude of western democracies to the rest of the world.

I don't give a damn what other people think. It's entirely their own business. I'm not writing for other people.

The weasel under the cocktail cabinet.

There are some things one remembers even though they may never have happened.

Sometimes you feel you have the truth of a moment in your hand, then it slips through your fingers and is lost.

It's so easy for propaganda to work, and dissent to be mocked.

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?