Thank you for your input; I can tell you are struggling towards being interesting.
There's nothing worse than the British in one of their fits of morality.
If ignorance is bliss, why aren't there more happy people in the world?
I get an urge, like a pregnant elephant, to go away and give birth to a book.
Nature admits no hierarchy of beauty or usefulness or importance.
It may be that there is an afterlife and I'll look incredibly stupid, but at least I will have had a crammed pre afterlife, a crammed life, so to me the most important thing is you know as Kipling put it. [...] To fill every unforgiving minute with 60 seconds worth of distance run.