When the world is itself draped in the mantle of night, the mirror of the mind is like the sky in which thoughts twinkle like stars.

No one has invented a condom for the pen yet. My pen is still sexy.

I was unhappy with the jobs I did after law. I got into the diplomatic service. There again I had really little to do.

Friends meddle with my plan of work. I resent people dropping in for a chat.

I discovered that a diplomat's life is largely entertaining and meeting people. At the end of the day there's nothing. So I gave up.

I have never, in 50 years, ever missed a deadline [as a journalist].

I admit I have no forgiveness. If anyone is ever rude to me, however much they may try to make up, I can't bring myself to re-establish the old [connection]. And when they drop me, I have a sense of relief.