It is a dangerous thing to have instant access to your emotions.

Some of the words and symbols and images from childhood will continually be part and parcel of my personality.

I did not fully understand the dread term 'terminal illness' until I saw Heathrow for myself.

We should always look back on our own past with a sort of contempt, as long as the tenderness is there - but please let some of the contempt be there.

Children can write poetry and then, unless they're poets, they stop when reach puberty.

That vision of a common culture is now simply a remote wistfulness.

The trouble with words is that you never know whose mouths they've been in.

A bad act done will fester and create in its own way. It's not only goodness that creates. Bad things create. They have their own yeast.

There's no end to the inventiveness of critics, I tell you. Because they can't write fiction, they put their impulse into their analysis of work.

Children are very cruel, yes. Of course. Children are extraordinarily cruel little creatures.

Television's Mr. Filth: that's me.

When we talk about our problems, we create more of them. When we talk about solutions and positive responses, we create more solutions and positive responses.

A woman can take care of the family. It takes a man to provide structure, to provide stability.

One works in this business - if one works. You do different types of movies.

We need to add to the three R's, namely Reading, 'Riting, and 'Rithmetic, a fourth--- RESPONSIBILITY.

Never mind the track. The track is for punks. We are Road People. We are Cafe Racers.

I always feel the need to give the unfiltered truth, (or) what I think is the truth, at least.

Plots, true or false, are necessary things, To raise up commonwealths and ruin kings.

I encourage you to live with life. Be courageous, adventurous. Give us a tomorrow, more than we deserve.

There are some people who have the quality of richness and joy in them and they communicate it to everything they touch. It is first of all a physical quality; then it is a quality of the spirit.

Love, unrequited, robs me of my rest: Love, hopeless love, my ardent soul encumbers: Love, nightmare-like, lies heavy on my chest, And weaves itself into my midnight slumbers!