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.

To escape jury duty in England, wear a bowler hat and carry a copy of the Daily telegraph.

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

It is desperately important to remember when enough is enough, when you've finished the scene.

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

I suppose that writers should, in a way, feel flattered by the censorship laws. They show a primitive fear and dread at the fearful magic of print.

What obsesses a writer starting out on a lifetime's work is the panic-stricken search for a voice of his own.