Isolationism is over.

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

Hunter and I never got proper journalistic accreditation to go anywhere. Nobody was giving us passes to go in here or there. We always had to somehow talk our way in.

The betrayal of people's good will, good trust that things are being done for the best and they actually ARE being done for the best.

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

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.

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