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.

Never shake hands with colleagues in court; the customers think you're making deals.

Irritable Judges suffer from a bad case of premature adjudication.

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.

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

Marriage is like pleading guilty to an indefinite sentence. Without parole.