I suppose that there is no point wasting time being lazy, though of course indolence in a divine way, actually has its advantages.

I used many times to touch my own chest and feel, under its asthmatic quiver, the engine of the heart and lungs and blood and feel amazed at what I sensed was the enormity of the power I possessed. Not magical power, but real power. The power simply to go on, the power to endure, that is power enough, but I felt I had also the power to create, to add, to delight, to amaze and to transform.

Having a great intellect is no path to being happy.

There is no right language or wrong language any more than there are right or wrong clothes.

Hold the newsreader's nose squarely, waiter, or friendly milk will countermand my trousers.

I went to Cambridge and thought I would stay there. I thought I would quietly grow tweed in a corner somewhere and become a Don or something.

The only people who are obsessed with food are anorexics and the morbidly obese. That, in erotic terms, is the Catholic church, in a nutshell.