All my friends got dogs and cats for Christmas, and I got a starfish called Roy. I used to take him down to the park on a lead.

People said, ‘You must be mad, or on drugs,’ which I found a bit disappointing. What about imagination? It reflects our time that people sooner assume you’re on drugs or mad, rather than free.

No means yes in grasshopper language.

Reality depresses me. I need to find fantasy worlds and escape in them.

It's impossible to be unhappy while wearing a poncho!

When I'm 70 I might be a man in a park just wandering around, speaking in tongues with kids throwing bread at me.

Never try and go on a solo mission on your own.

I've had a really weird day, some joker threw bamboo in the penguin enclosure. They all vaulted out. It was a nightmare, it took me all morning to get them back in.

I don't really like jokes in a way. I mean gags are fine but I like weird moments where what you have isn't really a joke, just tiny moments.

I've got it all in here ultra violets, flying saucers, strawberry bootlace come on get involved.

You know the black bits in bananas? Are they tarantulas' eggs?

I don't need the most beautiful woman in the world I just need a woman who makes my world beautiful

Feminism as a theoretical enterprise is approached differently by Black women depending on where we are. There are more reformist Black women who tend to use the phrase "Black feminism".

Don't cater to stupidity.

Autumn. Pretty leaves, pumpkin pie and sweaters. Perfect weather for reading. Winter is great but I hate shoveling.

To me the world seems grotesque, absurd, ridiculous, painful.

What is desired is that the teacher ceased being a lecturer, satisfied with transmitting ready-made solutions. His role should rather be that of a mentor stimulating initiative and research.

So dear I love him, that with him, all deaths I could endure, without him, live no life.

It is not only for what we do that we are held responsible, but also for what we do not do.

We don't owe the blacks a damn thing, anyway.