It is a little theory of mine that has much exercised my mind lately, that most of the problems of this silly and delightful world derive from our apologising for those things which we ought not to apologise for, and failing to apologise for those things for which apology is necessary.

You don't need a Harvard MBA to know that the bedroom and the boardroom are just two sides of the same ballgame.

I am gay. I am a Jew. My mother lost over a dozen of her family to Hitler's anti-Semitism. Every time in Russia (and it is constantly) a gay teenager is forced into suicide, a lesbian 'correctively' raped, gay men and women beaten to death by neo-Nazi thugs while the Russian police stand idly by, the world is diminished and I for one, weep anew at seeing history repeat itself.

If there were a God he would want us to be better spirited than to take his word for everything.

A cut glass English accent can fool unsuspecting Americans into detecting a brilliance that isn't there

Homosexuals are not interested in making other people homosexuals. Homophobes are interested in making other people homophobes.

Life is sometimes novel-shaped, mocking the efforts of those authors who, in an effort to make their novels life-shaped, spurn the easy symmetry and cheap resonance of reality.