A broken heart is such a shabby thing, like poverty and failure and the incurable diseases which are also deforming. I hate it and am ashamed of it, and I must somehow repair this heart and put it back into its normal condition, as a tough somewhat scarred but operating organ.

People may correctly remember the events of twenty years ago (a remarkable feat), but who remembers his fears, his disgusts, his tone of voice? It is like trying to bring back the weather of that time.

If I practised sex, out of moral conviction, that was one thing; but to enjoy it... seemed a defeat.

Once you get a tyranny, you don't easily get rid of it. Much better to remember about eternal vigilance.

The world's fat is badly divided.

Public opinion, though slow as lava, in the end forces governments towards more sanity, more justice. My heroes and heroines are all private citizens.

travel is compost for the mind