'Why are none of the women I know able to finish any of your novels?' I was asked by one attendee. I tried not to let too much time pass before I answered. No more than an hour.
It doesn’t kill a work of art to want it left alone temporarily. I've reached Peak Hamlet
In an age of facing-both-ways, Corbyn doggedly faces in one direction only
Seeing me stoop to retrieve a pound coin the other day, three people got up to offer me their seats
Leaving the opera house wet-eyed recently, I had to pick my way between the homeless
This free concert I went to at Trafalgar Square was meant to be democracy in action, Shostakovich for everyone. But no
It’s a law of our natures, to applaud where we already approve, and deride where we don’t
Raffaele Candilio worked above a Chinese importer of waving cats in Soho, and had the manners of a gentleman of another time and place
Should one side persuade others to their point of view, or do they only want to listen to the reverberations of their own outrage?
Why is there so much rage on our streets? Look no further than the bitter passwordless
His owner had a gravity that was the mirror image of his. Between them existed all that was serious in life
Considering how often girls rejected me, it remains a mystery that I didn’t end up decapitating on what’s called an industrial scale
The ‘But Brigade’ has turned its monosyllabic screw until cartoonists become complicit in their own demise
Monotheism is a grand conceit, but can we say it is innocent of the millions of killings in its name?
Those tiny points of tungsten are metaphors for man’s ability to create something out of nothing
Beggars have mothers too. And what did it matter if he didn’t. I had wronged him