Money doesn't mind if we say it's evil, it goes from strength to strength. It's a fiction, an addiction, and a tacit conspiracy.

Belief is otiose; reality is sufficiently awesome as it stands.

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

While making love, we often talk about money. I like it. I like that dirty talk

We all have names we don't know about.

The argument, now, is about whether Bolshevik Russia was 'better' than Nazi Germany. In the days when the New Left dawned, the argument was about whether Bolshevik Russia was better than America.

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.