You Were Born With Your Legs Apart.

People Think I Write Fantasy, But I Don't; Some Things May Be Exaggerated Or Distorted In The Same Way That Painters Distort And Alter Things, But They're Realistic Figures. They're Perfectly Recognisable.

The Oscar Wilde Of Welfare State Gentility.

You Were Born With Your Legs Apart. They'll Send You To The Grave In A Y-shaped Coffin.

Policemen, Like Red Squirrels, Must Be Protected.

With Madness, As With Vomit, It's The Passerby Who Receives The Inconvenience.