I smoke too much whether it's going well or badly. After all these years, I definitely associate having a pen in my hand with having an ashtray just out of eye line.

Save the gerund and screw the whale.

Beauty is desired in order that it may be befouled; not for its own sake, but for the joy brought by the certainty of profaning it.

My scripts are possibly too talkative.

I was so thrilled being a reporter, because it gave you the kind of access to people that you wouldn't ever get to meet.

Wars are fought for oil wells and coaling stations; for control of the Dardanelles or the Suez Canal; for colonial pickings to buy cheap in and conquered markets to sell dear in. War is capitalism with the gloves off.

What did you have in mind? A short, blunt human pyramid?