When the American spirit was in its youth, the language of America was different: Liberty, sir, was the primary object.
You don't stop loving someone just because you hate them.
Being in love means being at the mercy of someone's childhood.
If you want something badly enough, you make arrangements. If you don't want it badly enough, you make excuses.
England has become a squalid, uncomfortable, ugly place. . . an intolerant, racist, homophobic, narrow-minded, authoritarian, rat-hole run by vicious, suburban-minded, materialistic philistines.
And silence, like darkness, can be kind; it, too, is a language.
Watching Jamila sometimes made me think the world was divided into three sorts of people: those who knew what they wanted to do; those (the unhappiest) who never knew what their purpose in life was; and those who found out later on. I was in the last category, I reckoned, which didn't stop me wishing I'd been born into the first.
Actually I think Art lies in both directions - the broad strokes, big picture but on the other hand the minute examination of the apparently mundane. Seeing the whole world in a grain of sand, that kind of thing.
I'm very free-spirited and crazy. I love to have fun, and I like doing stupid things. At the same time, I'm like a 35-year-old. I have a house. I have a car. I have a steady job. I have a business, and I have to make serious decisions.
A nation for a continent, and a continent for a nation.
We must remind ourselves that an assault on any one of our liberties and freedoms is an assault on all.