You think you know someone. But mostly you just know what you want to know.
We never find what we set out hearts on. We ought to be glad of that.
The imagination is not an escape, but a return to the richness of our true selves; a return to reality.
Hills tell old stories. Cliffs are poets with harps
The Orkney imagination is haunted by time.
I can't understand Karl Marx, so how can I be a Communist?
It is worse than a crime, it is a blunder.
It takes time for people to fall in love with you. . . . but it’s inevitable
I don't know if I would go so far to say that I would punch someone in the face, but I would definitely stand up for my lady. But sometimes it's more attractive to use your words than your fists.