How can I tell you what I think until I've heard what I'm going to say?

What other developed democracy has such a ridiculous and squalid history of intolerance? From the imprisonment and roasting of heretics, witches and poachers, to the censorship of literature, art and television: from St Alban through Wilde, Joyce and Lawrence I think we can point with pride to as grim a catalogue of intemperate, bigoted repression as any nation on earth.

Knowing what I now know I would never have done anything so fatuous; but then I never would have known what I know now had I not.

I shouldn't be saying this, high treason really, but I sometimes wonder if Americans aren't fooled by our accent into detecting a brilliance that may not really be there.

Just as it is the love of money that is the root of all evil, it is the belief in shamefulness that is the root of all misery.

It is a cliche that most cliches are true, but then like most cliches, that cliche is untrue.

We hold on STEVE's still smiling face as MICHAEL passes by. STEVE's eyes follow MICHAEL out of the room and then the smile disappears. It is replaced by a look of hunger and desolation.