When I was very young, I would occasionally stick 'f****' where I knew something contentious might happen so that the editor could remove the word 'f***' very proudly and leave whatever else was around it.

The only advice I can give you is what you're telling yourself. Only, maybe you're too scared to listen.

I would feel infinitely more comfortable in your presence if you would agree to treat gravity as a law, rather than one of a number of suggested options.

There were faces at the windows and words written in blood; deep in the crypt a lonely ghoul crunched on something that might once have been alive; forked lightnings slashed the ebony night; the faceless were walking; all was right with the world

I wish being a beekeeper, which I am, gave you a free pass on the carbon footprint, but it doesn't.

I was bright, and I could use that as a weapon: words can wound, whatever those sticks and stones sayings claim about them never hurting, and I could use them if I had to.

A nice, easy place for freedom of speech to be eroded is comics, because comics are a natural target whenever an election comes up.