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When... I Told My Father I Wanted To Be A Writer, He Had Asked Me To Consider My Unfortunate Wife, Who Would Have Me About The House All Day 'wearing A Dressing Gown, Brewing Tea And Stumped For Words'.

The Shelf Life Of The Modern Hardback Writer Is Somewhere Between The Milk And The Yoghurt.

A War Against Terrorism Is An Impracticable Conception If It Means Fighting Terrorism With Terrorism.

The Freedom To Make A Fortune On The Stock Exchange Has Been Made To Sound More Alluring Than Freedom Of Speech.

I Refuse To Spend My Life Worrying About What I Eat. There Is No Pleasure Worth Foregoing Just For An Extra Three Years In The Geriatric Ward.