"In a capitalist society, all human relationships are voluntary. Men are free to cooperate or not, to deal with one another or not, as their own individual judgments, convictions and interests dictate."

“Well, let’s start with the maxim that the best writing is understated, meaning it’s not full of flourishes and semaphores and tap dancing and vocabulary dumps that get in the way of the story you are telling. Once you accept that, what are you left with? You are left with the story you are telling. The story you are telling is only as good as the information in it: things you elicit, or things you observe, that make a narrative come alive; things that support your point not just through assertion, but through example; quotes that don’t just convey information, but also personality.”

“When you're dealing with monkeys, you've got to expect some wrenches.”

“The apparent physical stability of reefs belies an underlying natural turmoil of growth, death and destruction of calcareous organisms. Much like a modern city, reefs are constantly being rebuilt and torn down at the same time. Corals are the bricks, broken pieces of plant and animal skeletons the sand, and algal crusts and chemical cements the mortar. Reef growth is determined by the production, accumulation, and cementation of all this calcareous stuff into solid limestone.”

“I know him. He's a hot chilli pepper, just like me! (on Valeri Bojinov)”

“All authority comes from the people.”

Source : Michael Davies (1992). “The Reign of Christ the King: In Both Public and Private Life”, p.9, TAN Books

“Truth is one forever absolute, but opinion is truth filtered through the moods, the blood, the disposition of the spectator.”

Source : Wendell Phillips (1859). “Fraternity Lecture of Wendell Phillips, Esq: Boston, Oct. 4, 1859. Also, Letter of Mr. Phillips to Judge Shaw and Prest. Walker”, p.6

“I'd like to die like my old dad, peacefully in his sleep, not screaming like his passengers.”

Source : "Bob Monkhouse" by Dennis Barker, www.theguardian.com. December 30, 2003.

“There is no point in trying to remember your dreams ... There is only the unspeakable joy of eavesdropping on your spirit, catching tiny glimpses of its independent life, resting for a moment in its wisdom, puzzling, laughing sometimes, over what it's up to, what it makes of you.”