Why did I desert Labour? Total bloody disillusionment. The party was a corpse. It had no ideology, it became detached, old, spineless and needed to go.

Give a man a car of his own and he leaves humility and common sense behind him in the garage.

The one thing you can bet is that spying is never over. Spying is like the wiring in this building: It's just a question of who takes it over and switches on the lights. It will go on and on and on.

The only reward for love is the experience of loving.

He has the gift of quiet.

If you see the world as gloomily as I see it, the only thing to do is laugh or shoot yourself.

Ideologies have no heart of their own. They're the whores and angels of our striving selves.