All the things that are part of your heritage make you British - that makes this country what it is. It's part of your history. And here, unlike America, it's still living history.

I can't think of anything that excites a greater sense of childlike wonder than to be in a country where you are ignorant of almost everything.

There are only three things that can kill a farmer: lightning, rolling over in a tractor, and old age.

If you can imagine a man having a vasectomy without anesthetic to the sound of frantic sitar-playing, you will have some idea of what popular Turkish music is like.

That's the trouble with losing your mind; by the time it's gone, it's too late to get it back.

Hunters will tell you that a moose is a wily and ferocious forest creature. Nonsense. A moose is a cow drawn by a three-year-old.

Geologists are never at a loss for paperweights.

Of all the things I am not very good at, living in the real world is perhaps the most outstanding.

Physics is really nothing more than a search for ultimate simplicity, but so far all we have is a kind of elegant messiness.

Protons give an atom its identity, electrons its personality.

Why is it, I wondered, that old people are always so self-centered and excitable? But I just smiled benignly and stood back, comforted by the thought that soon they would be dead.

The power to kill does not come without responsibility

I freely will the best choice, thus willing the same will

I don’t know, ” she said quietly. “A guy in a pair of ripped jeans who takes off his shirt because he’s all sweaty is kind of hot.

The art of photography is all about directing the attention of the viewer.

We all have within us a centered place of wisdom, harmony, and balance.

There are no dull subjects. There are only dull writers.

Never could an increase of comfort or security be a sufficient good to be bought at the price of liberty.

All seemed well pleased, all seemed, but were not all.

Perhaps the worst sin in life is knowing right and not doing it.

I saw something in his pretty green eyes that I had never seen before: Anger. They were like emerald fire