For to sit in a room full of books, and remember the stories they told you, and to know precisely where each one is located and what was happening in your life at time or where you were when you first read it is the languid and distilled pleasure of the connoisseur.

There's no religion but sex and music.

It's a big enough umbrella, but it's always me that ends up getting wet.

I learned to change my accent; in England, your accent identifies you very strongly with a class, and I did not want to be held back.

Like Yoga, the spiritual life is actually very difficult.

The world is ruled by butterflies adding to their weapon piles. Imagine what your taxes buy. We hardly ever try.

I exist in a state of almost perpetual hysteria.