As I work in the afternoon on committing to paper some of my morning's thoughts, I find myself just about to close on the knotty question of whether or not I believe in God. In fact I am about to type, 'I do not believe in God', when the sky goes black as ink, there is a thunderclap and a huge crash of thunder and a downpour of epic proportions. I never do complete the sentence.

I am certainly more interested in interviewing than being interviewed. Sometimes you find yourself attacked from the start.

'Nice' means nothing. Is it someone who doesn't swear and shout? I swear and shout. 'Nice' sounds ineffectual.

My parents have been married forty-two years. I wonder how many of those were happy.

All I ask of food is that it doesn't harm me.

I got my first lifetime achievement award years ago, and I was very excited, but then I got a sense of: Well, can one get a second lifetime award?

Night falls over Machu Picchu to the sound of Abba's 'Dancing Queen'.