I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that my instincts were right.

All the blood is drained out of democracy - it dies - when only half the population votes.

We came down here to see this teddible scene: people all pissed out of their minds and vomiting on themselves and all that and now, you know what? It's us

My blood is too thick for California: I have never been able to properly explain myself in this climate.

Truth is weirder than any fiction I've seen.

The streets of every city in America are filled with men who would pay all the money they could lay their hands on to be transformed, even for a day, into hairy, hard-fisted brutes who walk all over cops, extort drinks from terrified bartenders and roar out of town on big motorcycles after raping the banker's daughter.

There is something fresh and crisp about the first hours of a Caribbean day, a happy anticipation that something is about to happen, maybe just up the street or around the next corner.