Cynical is the name we give those we fear may be laughing at us.

The concept that really gets the goat of the gay-hater, the idea that really spins their melon and sickens their stomachs is that most terrible and terrifying of all human notions, love. That one can love another of the same gender, that is what the homophobe really cannot stand. Love in all eight tones and all five semitones of the world's full octave. Love as Agape, Eros and Philos; love as infatuation, obsession and lust; love as torture, euphoria, ecstasy and oblivion (this is beginning to read like a Calvin Klein perfume catalogue); love as need, passion and desire.

I am a lover of truth, a worshipper of freedom, a celebrant at the altar of language and purity and tolerance.

Nature admits no hierarchy of beauty or usefulness or importance.

You are who you are when nobody's watching.

I have to mime at parties when everyone sings Happy Birthday... Mime or mumble and rumble and growl and grunt so deep that only moles, manta rays and mushrooms can hear me.

It's now very common to hear people say 'I'm rather offended by that'.