I'm not working-class: I come from the criminal classes.

I can't stand light. I hate weather.

I wish to hazard my soul to opportunity.

A victory? What have we won? We've won a rock in the middle of a wasteland, on the shores of a poisoned sea.

I can't stand light. I hate weather. My idea of heaven is moving from one smoke-filled room to another.

There are only two things one has to bear in mind. One has to be credulous - able to believe - and skeptical - able to not believe, because if you are not skeptical, you will believe rubbish. If you are not credulous you will learn nothing and the only way to balance those two is to recognize the mystery of things.

Question: How do you know you're God? Answer: Simple. When I pray to him, I find I'm talking to myself.