The second sweetest set of three words in English is "I don't know," and it is to R D Laing's credit that he uses it often.

...As in all moral panics, an accusation is enough to destroy a person's life. Hysteria trumps evidence.

History is written by the victors, but it's victims who write the memoirs.

It is absolutely the 21st century, maybe the 22nd. They are so smart to know that they can't just send you home and say, 'Go produce,' that you have to know what to do, that you have to know how to be safe, that you have to have a babysitter.

I like the word clandestine. It feels medieval. Sometimes I think of words as being alive. If clandestine were alive, it would be a pale little girl with hair the color of fall leaves and a dress as white as the moon.

Change is one of my favourite words.