The stranger might laugh and seem to enjoy the writing, but you hug to yourself the thought that they didn't quite understand its force and quality the way you do - just as your friends (thank heavens) don't also fall in love with the person you are going on and on about to them.

Those who rule the world get so little opportunity to run about and laugh and play in it.

If ignorance is bliss, why aren't there more happy people in the world?

I'm absolute attacking my own instinct for politeness, but I think I admire artists who just speak out or who are strong, so it's very hard.

The Gay News critic wrote that I 'carried the lilt of the Irish without the brogue'.

Philosophy is an odd thing. When we use the word in everyday speech, you know, you sometimes hear it hilariously.

My first words, as I was being born [...] I looked up at my mother and said, 'that's the last time I'm going up one of those.