We are the cats inside. We are the cats who cannot walk alone, and for us there is only one place.

The cat does not offer services. The cat offers itself.

A cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering.

The cat does not offer services. The cat offers itself. Of course he wants care and shelter. You don't buy love for nothing.

Cat hate reflects an ugly, stupid, loutish, bigoted spirit. There can be no compromise with this Ugly Spirit.

Like all pure creatures, cats are practical.

If you really want the key to success, start by doing the opposite of what everyone else is doing.

My art recognizes the human place, the human context - especially in Britain, which is a landscape so worked by people for thousands of years, written, deeply ingrained with the presence of people.

You can't go out to the mound, hobbling and take a pitcher out with a cane.

I got enemies, I got a lotta enemies. Got a lotta people tryna drain me of my energy.

One must do no violence to nature, nor model it in conformity to any blindly formed chimera.

I have had much to learn from Sweden's poetry and, more especially, from her lyrics of the last generation.

I read Men Who Hate Women and the Women Who Love Them and I found frightening pieces that related to…my own life.

What do you do when you don't know what to do? No wonder there are more suicides among psychiatrists than in any other profession.

I've always had people come up to me to say that they admire the way I play, and then they tell me they're not United fans. That's always been nice.