As Humourless A Lump Of Dough As

That One Can Love Another Of The Same Gender, That Is What The Homophobe Really Cannot Stand.

I Knew I Couldn't Believe In God, Because I Was Fundamentally Hellenic In My Outlook.

There Is No Right Language Or Wrong Language Any More Than There Are Right Or Wrong Clothes.

It Was Behaviour That I Thought Not Far From Racism, Sexism Or Any Other Kind Of Prejudice Or Snobbery. 'because You Are Not Cute, I Do Not Want To Know You' Was, To Me, Hardly Different From Suggesting 'because You Are Gay, I Dislike You

I Used Many Times To Touch My Own Chest And Feel, Under Its Asthmatic Quiver, The Engine Of The Heart And Lungs And Blood And Feel Amazed At What I Sensed Was The Enormity Of The Power I Possessed. Not Magical Power, But Real Power. The Power Simply To Go On, The Power To Endure, That Is Power Enough, But I Felt I Had Also The Power To Create, To Add, To Delight, To Amaze And To Transform.