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

Picture this scene. A critic arrives at the gates of heaven. 'And what did you do?' asks Saint Peter. 'Well', says the dead soul. 'I criticised things'. 'I beg your pardon?' 'You know, other people wrote things, performed things, painted things and I said stuff like, "thin and unconvincing", "turgid and uninspired", "competent and serviceable,"...you know'.

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

I like to wake up each morning and not know what I think, that I may reinvent myself in some way.

When you've seen a nude infant doing a backward somersault you know why clothing exists.

Now, bipolar disorder, it goes on a spectrum. There's very severe conditions of it and there are milder ones. I'm lucky enough that it's reasonably mild in my case.

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