I think we are worlds compressed into human form.

She had made him possible. In that sense she was his god. Like God, she was neglected.

With animal behavior, they're all fine until you introduce some rogue element into the cage, and then they go crazy.

As your lover describes you, so you are.

There's a whole generation growing up thinking you shouldn't seek knowledge for its own sake, and that theatre and art and books are activities that you do after-hours, rather than things that are at the heart of life. That's a huge change.

The trouble is that when most people are apathetic ordinary people ... have to go too far, have to ruin their lives and be made an object of scorn just to get the point across. Did they really think I'd rather be camping by a polluted river than sitting in my own flat with my things about me?

There is no discovery without risk and what you risk reveals what you value.