What else has a journalist to do these days, after all, but report life's miseries?

Without a pen in my hand I can't think.

I don't know whether it's age or maturity, but I certainly find myself committed more and more to the looser forms of Western democracy at any price.

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

The monsters of our childhood do not fade away, neither are they ever wholly monstrous.

Fools, most linguists. Damn all to say in one language, so they learn another and say damn all in that.

I think I'm in the same mood as ever, but in some ways more mature. I guess you could say that, at 65, when you've seen the world shape up as I have, there are only two things you can do: laugh or kill yourself.