To be human and to be adult means constantly to be in the grip of opposing emotions, to have daily to reconcile apparently conflicting tensions. I want this, but need that. I cherish this, but I adore its opposite too.

I met too frankly preposterous, if it weren't for their banal evil, politicians and pastors who told knowing lies about the evils of homosexuality in order to attract bigger flocks to their churches and more votes and power to their corrupt councils. LGBT people seem to be being scapegoated more and more just as at the same time in more enlightened countries more and more freedom to express themselves, marry, be given official intersex status and so on is offered.

I think people talk about one love, but there is the need to love and the need to be loved are not the same thing and I suppose that's... and it's working that out is part of growing up.

Sex without smiling is as sickly and as base as vodka and tonic without ice.

There's no doubt that I do have extremes of mood that are greater than just about anybody else I know.

I am a lover of truth, a worshipper of freedom, a celebrant at the altar of language and purity and tolerance.

I knew I couldn't believe in God, because I was fundamentally Hellenic in my outlook.