There Are Some Good Rules And There

I Suggest That Us Foreign Policy Can Still Be Defined As "kiss My Ass Or I'll Kick Your Head In." But Of Course It Doesn't Put It Like That. It Talks Of "low Intensity Conflict..." What All This Adds Up To Is A Disease At The Very Centre Of Language, So That Language Becomes A Permanent Masquerade, A Tapestry Of Lies.

I Think We Communicate Only Too Well, In Our Silence, In What Is Unsaid, And That What Takes Place Is A Continual Evasion, Desperate Rearguard Attempts To Keep Ourselves To Ourselves. Communication Is Too Alarming. To Enter Into Someone Else's Life Is Too Frightening. To Disclose To Others The Poverty Within Us Is Too Fearsome A Possibility.

Iraq Is Just A Symbol Of The Attitude Of Western Democracies To The Rest Of The World.

Language In Art Remains A Highly Ambiguous Transaction, A Quicksand, A Trampoline, A Frozen Pool Which Might Give Way Under You ... At Any Time.

I Tend To Think That Cricket Is The Greatest Thing That God Ever Created On Earth - Certainly Greater Than Sex, Although Sex Isn't Too Bad Either.