I couldn't possibly have sex with someone with such a slender grasp on grammar!

Say I feel all sad and self-indulgent, then get stung by a wasp, my misery feels quite abstract and I long just to be in spiritual pain once more - 'damn you tiny assassin, clad in yellow and black, how I crave my former innocence where melancholy was my only trial'.

There's an interconnectivity between what's in the consciousness of cat and what's in the consciousness of us.

How long is it polite to continue to be interested in what someone says after they reveal they've got a boyfriend?

It seems to me that actual democracy is where all of us get to participate and it's not just a sort of a blunt little dry hump in a ballot box, but an actual penetrative process.

Eventually, I think you find a spiritual and emotional connection with someone, and I think it unifies you with everyone else. I think if you love one person, it makes you love everyone.

All penguins are the same below the surface, which I think is as perfect an analogy as we're likely to get for the futility of racism.