Weather is real. It is absolutely real: when it rains, it rains โ you get wet, there is no question about it. It is also true about weather that you canโt control it; you canโt say if I wish hard enough it wonโt rain. It is equally true that if the weather is bad one day it will get better and what I had to learn was to treat my moods like the weather.
Stephen FryThis is the point. One technology doesn't replace another, it complements. Books are no more threatened by Kindle than stairs by elevators.
Stephen FryI suppose that there is no point wasting time being lazy, though of course indolence in a divine way, actually has its advantages.
Stephen FryOne of the nice things about looking at a bear is that you know it spends 100 per cent of every minute of every day being a bear. It doesn't strive to become a better bear. It doesn't go to sleep thinking, "I wasn't really a very good bear today". They are just 100 per cent bear, whereas human beings feel we're not 100 per cent human, that we're always letting ourselves down. We're constantly striving towards something, to some fulfilment
Stephen FryGreat writers, I discovered, were not to be bowed down before and worshipped, but embraced and befriended. Their names resounded through history not because they had massive brows and thought deep incomprehensible thoughts, but because they opened windows in the mind, they put their arms round you and showed you things you always knew but never dared to believe. Even if their names were terrifyingly foreign and intellectual sounding, Dostoevsky, Baudelaire or Cavafy, they turned out to be charming and wonderful and quite unalarming after all.
Stephen FryMoney is to Everything as an Aeroplane is to Australia. The aeroplane isn't Australia, but it remains the only practical way we know of reaching it. So perhaps, metonymically, the aeroplane is Australia after all.
Stephen FryChoking with dry tears and raging, raging, raging at the absolute indifference of nature and the world to the death of love, the death of hope and the death of beauty, I remember sitting on the end of my bed, collecting these pills and capsules together and wondering why, why when I felt I had so much to offer, so much love, such outpourings of love and energy to spend on the world, I was incapable of being offered love, giving it or summoning the energy with which I knew I could transform myself and everything around me.
Stephen Fry