It is quite an achievement. People of liberal sympathies, stupefied by relativism, have become the apologists for a creedal wave that is racist, misogynist, homophobic, imperialist, and genocidal. To put it another way, they are up the arse of those that want them dead.

When you’ve lost all your play, guess what love becomes. Work. Work that gets harder every hour.

I always do my draft in long hand because even the ink is part of the flow.

America is proud of what it does to its writers, the way it breaks and bedevils them, rendering them deluded or drunken or dead by their own hands. To overpower its tender spirits makes America feel tough. Careers are generally short.

My friendship with the Hitch has always been perfectly cloudless. It is a love whose month is ever May.

The satirist isn't just looking at things ironically but militantly - he wants to change them, and intends to have an effect on the world.

So if you ever felt something behind you, when you weren't even one, like welcome heat, like a bulb, like a sun, trying to shine right across the universe - it was me. Always me. It was me. It was me.