For a fellow who's not to much to look at, you have the instincts of a champion.

We were language's magpies by nature, stealing whatever sounded bright and shiny.

For a fellow who's not to much to look at, you have the instincts of a champion.

The history of life was not the bumbling progress - the very English, middle-class progress - Victorian thought had wanted it to be, but violent, a thing of dramatic, cumulative transformations: in the old formulation, more revolution than evolution.

My friend Lou Reed came to the end of his song. So very sad.But hey, Lou, you'll always take a walk on the wild side. Always a perfect day.

I seem to have fallen for women with missing parents. Goodness knows what it signifies.

We all dream things into being; you imagine yourself having a child, and then you have a child. An inventor will think of something in his mind and then make it actual. So things are often passing from the imagined realm into the real world.