The English language is an arsenal of weapons. If you are going to brandish them without checking to see whether or not they are loaded, you must expect to have them explode in your face from time to time.

I'm afraid I don't believe there is such a thing as blasphemy, just outrage from those insecure in their own faith.

I do think it's important not to be absolutely sure, so sure that you can't reinvent yourself in some way, or at least rediscover the truth of why you think what you think, and not just take it as an assumption.

...the reality of intelligent British speech... uses blasphemus, coital and cloacal expletives as a matter of course.

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

My life, at least, is divided between writing and performing and mixtures of the two.

If a thing can be said in ten words, I may be relied upon to take a hundred to say it. I ought to apologize for that. I ought to prune, pare and extirpate excess growth, but I will not. I like words—strike that, I love words—and while I am fond of the condensed and economical use of them in poetry, in song lyrics, in Twitter, in good journalism and smart advertising, I love the luxuriant profusion and mad scatter of them too.