In order to successfully impersonate men, the woman [Margaret Thatcher] launched a war.

Over the city lies the sweet, rotting odor of yesterday's unrecollected sins.

A statute is written to entrap meaning, a poem to escape it.

I will get into trouble, I am sure, because since my Kate Middleton speech and before, certain papers were after me. I am not saying, however, that it would have been moral or right to assassinate Mrs. [Margaret] Thatcher, but I know it will be read that way. I know it will cause a problem.

The weight of the old world is stifling, and trying to shovel its weight off your life is tiring just to think about. The constant shuttling of opinions is tiring, and the shuffling of papers across desks, the chopping of logic and the trimming of attitudes. There must, somewhere, be a simpler, more violent world.

In order to successfully impersonate men, the woman [Margaret Thatcher] launched a war.

I'm one of these children who grew up at the knee of my grandmother and her elder sister, listening to very old people talk about their memories.