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

I have always been an impassioned advocate for the works of Shakespeare. I regard him as one of the most complete miracles of his or any other age.

Enthusiats are used to being mocked, maligned and misunderstood. We don't really mind.

I found it all about as arousing as a Tupperware party.

The church has no power over our lives any more, which is something of a blessing for those who do not enjoy red-hot pokers or iron thumb-screws.

Books are no more threatened by Kindle than stairs by elevators.

[My best tip for overcoming depression is] to regard it as being like the weather. It's not your responsibility that it's raining, but it is real when it rains, and the fact that it's raining does not mean that the rain is never going to stop. The only thing to do is to believe that, one day, it won't be raining and accept it so you can find a mental umbrella to shield yourself from the worst. The sun will eventually come up.