Sooner or later we're all someone's dog.

The enemy isn’t men, or women, it’s bloody stupid people and no-one has the right to be stupid.

And all those exclamation marks, you notice? Five? A sure sign of someone who wears his underpants on his head.

History tends to change people who think they're changing it.

If I knew that I could die, I would live. My life, my death, my choice.

Classically, very few people have considered that cleanliness is next to godliness. A rank loincloth and hair in an advanced state of matted entanglement have generally been the badges of office of prophets whose injunction to disdain earthly things starts with soap.

My own books drive themselves. I know roughly where a book is going to end, but essentially the story develops under my fingers. It's just a matter of joining the dots.