I used many times to touch my own chest and feel, under its asthmatic quiver, the engine of the heart and lungs and blood and feel amazed at what I sensed was the enormity of the power I possessed. Not magical power, but real power. The power simply to go on, the power to endure, that is power enough, but I felt I had also the power to create, to add, to delight, to amaze and to transform.

There is simply no limit to the tyrannical snobbery that otherwise decent people can descend into when it comes to music.

Better sexy and racy Than sexist and racist

And of course you are mad, if by a madman we mean a mind that questions and rejects every civilized norm.

Come back, and do that thing, be lovely to each-other.

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.

How can one not be fond of something that the Daily Mail despises?