“The spectrum on the list is very broad. It includes leftists who think that whiny liberals should be stuffed in a sack and drowned.”

I was learning that among friends, a smile can be better than a belly laugh.

The very best people are like that. They don’t entangle you like flypaper.

Growing up in a Canadian household that was more British than Big Ben,

It makes passable Bath buns. But inspiration from within is like a volcano: It changes the face of the world.

I dreamed of flying to England myself and visiting the places my family never tired of talking about.

As I stood outside in Cow Lane, it occurred to me that Heaven must be a place where the library is open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. No … eight days a week.

I always woke up before the plane landed.

I am often thought of as being remarkably bright, and yet my brains, more often than not, are busily devising new and interesting ways of bringing my enemies to sudden, gagging, writhing, agonizing death.

All of it! – was held together by invisible chemical bonds, and I found a strange, inexplicable comfort in knowing that somewhere, even though we couldn’t see it in our own world, there was a real stability.

One that cackles at these capers and another that never gets much beyond a rather jaded and self-conscious smile, like the Mona Lisa.

Liberals have always been the most fervent Imperialists.

Not very good with death? Father was a military man, and military men lived with death; lived for death; lived on death. To a professional soldier, oddly enough, death was life.

I had thought for years, probably 30 or 40 years, that it would be a lot of fun to try my hand at a classic English mystery novel.

I grew up in a very British family who had been transplanted to Canada, and my grandmother’s house was filled with English books.

Whenever I’m out-of-doors and find myself wanting to have a first-rate think.

During a long career in TV broadcasting, I spent a lot of time contributing to other people’s creations.

I find it’s too much for me to read endless critiques, even if we’re being well-defended, of exactly what we’re doing.

I find that your basic Internet chat board is way too vitriolic for my taste.

Pray tell us, what’s your favorite number?”… “Shiva jumped up to the board, uninvited, and wrote 10,213,223″… “

Most of screenplay writing is deciding which voices you want to listen to and take on board.

Sure, I like to win when I play basketball or board games or video games, but my day isnt ruined if I lose. Im always up for a rematch. In all seriousness, thats something thats nice about maturing.

The Romans had been able to post their laws on boards in public places, confidant that enough literate people existed to read them; far into the Middle Ages, even kings remained illiterate.

I have a song called ‘I Don’t Even Know Your Name’ which I think is going to be well liked across the board.

My unrestrained words fall right onto your tongue, whilst you hover above me, restraining my hands to the headboard.