You have to have something worth saying and then the ability to say it- writing's a double skill, really.

You have to have something worth saying and then the ability to say it- writing's a double skill, really.

Mr Blawke always reminded me of a heron; I'm not sure why. Something to do with a sense of rapacious stillness, perhaps, and also the aura of one who knows time is on his side.

I just think people overvalue argument because they like to hear themselves talk.

What is any achievement, however great it was, once time itself is dead?

I'm too drunk to recall much of what I've said. Which, come to think of it, is probably just as well, judging by the way people who are normally quite sensible dissolve into gibbering, rude, opinionated and bombastic idiots once the alcohol molecules in their bloom-stream outnumber the neutrons, or whatever. Luckily, one only notices this if one stays sober oneself, so the solution is as pleasant (at the time, at least) as it is obvious.

Empathize with stupidity and you're halfway to thinking like an idiot.