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

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

Like vichyssoise, revenge is a dish best served cold.

A cousin of mine who was a casualty surgeon in Manhattan tells me that he and his colleagues had a one-word nickname for bikers: Donors. Rather chilling.

Atheism comes into rather a bad press and I suppose I'd rather describe myself as a humanist... I don't believe in God. I don't believe there is a God.

I don't need you to remind me of my age. I have a bladder to do that for me.

It was as if he grew his hair long and smoked cigarettes because he liked to, not because he liked being seen to. This was dangerously subversive.