I read and I read; and I was like a medieval king, I had fallen in love with the picture long before I saw the reality.

We all want things we can't have. Being a decent human being is accepting that.

We all write poems; it is simply that poets are the ones who write in words.

One of the great fallacies of our time is that the Nazis rose to power because they imposed order on chaos. Precisely the opposite is true

Medieval theologians used to dispute how the angels in the heaven spent their time, when not balancing on needle points and singing anthems to the Lord. I know. They slump glued to their clouds, glasses at the ready, as the Archangel Micheal (that well-known slasher) and stonewalling St Peter open against the Devils XI. It could not be Heaven, otherwise.

Wealth is a monster. It takes a month to learn to control it financially. And many years to learn to control it psychologically.

I don't think the English like me. I sold a colossal best seller in America, and they never really forgave me.