Evil is always devising more corrosive misery through man's restless need to exact revenge out of his hate.

I am an artist and have no right buggering about with verbs and split infinitives, which is what being a writer says to me.

I have even written a book about Wine called The Grapes of Ralph.

I once saw a lump of Greenland breaking off into the sea and moving south, which of course will affect the atmosphere and us generally, and it'll happen more and more.

You know, we're really destroying ourselves because we're really making the motivating force of anything we do selfish.

Suspicion and doubt lead to animosity and hatred.

I am ashamed of a human race that can continue to allow the sordid ambitions of politicized groups who genuinely feel that right is on their side, and can therefore instigate such atrocities in the name of their own sense of right and wrong.