We may not be the creme de la creme, but we are the creme de la scum.

Hell must be a place where you are only allowed to read what you agree with.

The point at which beliefs meet may be more significant, more useful to contemplate, than their sources.

The shelf life of the modern hardback writer is somewhere between the milk and the yoghurt.

I'd been told of all the things you're meant to feel when your father dies. Sudden freedom, growing up, the end of dependence, the step into the sunlight when no one is taller than you and you're in no one's shadow. I know what I felt. Lonely.

The officers of the branch of the Force (the Obscene Publications Squad) have a discouraging club tie, on which a book is depicted being cut in half by a larger pair of scissors.

When... I told my father I wanted to be a writer, he had asked me to consider my unfortunate wife, who would have me about the house all day 'wearing a dressing gown, brewing tea and stumped for words'.