Because, let's face it, I do not get offered the parts that Brad Pitt has just turned down.

I almost once wanted to publish a self help book saying, 'How To Be Happy, by Stephen Fry: Guaranteed Success'. And people buy this huge book and it's all blank pages, and the first page would just say, 'Stop feeling sorry for yourself--and you will be happy.'

Literary studies were no more than a series of autopsies performed by heartless technicians. Worse than autopsies: biopsies. Vivisection. Even movies, which I love more than anything, more than life itself, they even do it with movies these days.

Love in all eight tones and all five semitones of the word's full octave.

The most important philosophy I think is that even if it isn't true you must absolutely assume there is no afterlife.

there is no reason why anyone should understand how it works… and of course no reason why anyone should care … unless you are curious, in which case I love you, for curiosity about the world and all its corners is a beautiful thing.

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