There are two types of people. Those whose favourite book is the religious text pertinent to their faith. And the faithless. I belong to the latter group.

Air. Water. That kind of thing.

This is it, baby!

I’d love to read someone’s mind who is simultaneously reading my mind, so that we mind-dance in an ever-expanding subjective-objective feedback loop, an infinite mirror of pure understanding and revelation.

There are no secrets in journalism.

My dealer.

I’m looking for a David Goldblatt that will really bring the living-room together.

This is probably a bad time to bring up my fetish for former reality TV star real estate magnates.

So long as its keto.

Killer style.

There would be no ministries. But the prisons would be teeming with my foes.

Legions and legions of 3D printers. I don’t know why I’m the only person to think of this.

White males get away with nothing in this age of overblown political correctness.