Well, it has done terrifying things. Religious ideas are inflammatory in a way that I find difficult to understand. There are very few wars over the theory of relativity. Very few heated arguments, for that matter. Whereas, in Northern Ireland, they are killing one another over religion.

You fall out of your mother's womb, you crawl across open country under fire, and drop into your grave.

To say a thing is natural is to condone it, never to praise it.

Did you know that Allah promises you a seat in Paradise if you kill a Christian?

Every day someone notices me and waves to me, or stops and speaks to me, or asks me for an autograph, or photographs me.

My outlook was so limited that I assumed that all deviates were openly despised and rejected. Their grief and their fear drew my melancholy nature strongly. At first I only wanted to wallow in their misery, but, as time went by, I longed to reach its very essence. Finally I desired to represent it. By this process I managed to shift homosexuality from being a burden to being a cause. The weight lifted and some of the guilt evaporated.

The key is never, never work. Nothing is more aging than work. It's not only the strain of getting up in the morning for work, but it's the resentment that settles on your face