He thought about how it might be to be, say, a fox confronted with an angry sheep. A sheep moreover, that could afford to employ wolves.

One of the recurring philosophical questions is: 'Does a falling tree in the forest make a sound when there is no one to hear?' Which says something about the nature of philosophers , because there is always someone in a forest. It may only be a badger, wondering what that cracking noise was, or a squirrel a bit puzzled by all the scenery going upwards, but someone.

It occurred to me that at one point it was like I had two diseases - one was Alzheimers, and the other was knowing I had Alzheimers.

But that was just it - hate was exactly the right word. Hate is a force of attraction. Hate is just love with its back turned.

Probably the last sound heard before the Universe folded up like a paper hat would be someone saying, "What happens if I do this?"

When in doubt, choose to live.

I don't think a baker reads an awful lot about bread.