Attempts to tame the wayward and domesticate the riotous, to make the unknowable predictable and enchain the free-roaming - all such things sound the death knell to love.

As far as love is concerned, possession, power, fusion and disenchantment are the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

Power, in a nutshell, is the ability to get things done, and politics is the ability to decide which things need to be done.

Relationships, like cars, should undergo regular services to make sure they are still roadworthy.

Why do I write books? Why do I think? Why should I be passionate? Because things could be different, they could be made better.

In a consumer society, people wallow in things, fascinating, enjoyable things. If you define your value by the things you acquire and surround yourself with, being excluded is humiliating.