I’m leaving because the weather is too good. I hate London when it’s not raining.

I didn’t consider myself a fashion designer at all at the time of punk. I was just using fashion as a way to express my resistance and to be rebellious. I came from the country, and by the time I got to London, I considered myself to be very stupid. It was my ambition to understand the world I live in.

It’s very strange to go to cities like London and New York. People walk so quickly, they seem to be in a hurry all the time. And you don’t say ‚Hi‘ to everyone you meet, and you don’t smile to everyone you meet, because there’s just so many. Which is also very strange.

The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends.

Thaw with her gentle persuasion is more powerful than Thor with his hammer. The one melts, the other breaks into pieces.

The Bay of Bengal is hit frequently by cyclones. The months of November and May, in particular, are dangerous in this regard.

London is a roost for every bird.

I hate to be smart.

The weather and my mood have little connection. I have my foggy and my fine days within me; my prosperity or misfortune has little to do with the matter.

Should there be cameras everywhere in outdoor streets? My personal view is having cameras in inner cities is a very good thing. In the case of London, petty crime has gone down. They catch terrorists because of it. And if something really bad happens, most of the time you can figure out who did it.

The more violent the storm, the quicker it passes.

I have always loved blizzards, if only because of the driving experience – which is definitely an acquired taste.

I was born in London 1947, after the war. A real wartime baby. I went to school in Brixton, and then I moved up to Yorkshire, which is in the north of England. I lived on the farms up there.

I’ve grown accustomed to hotels and drastic climate change.

What a nice night for an evening.

When exploring London, you will come across lots of excitement by chance, so try to take everything in rather than just rushing around to all of the major tourist haunts.

You can’t get too much winter in the winter.

I was brought up to understand Darwin’s theory of evolution. I spent hours and hours in the Natural History Museum in London looking at the descriptions of how different kinds of animals had evolved, looking at the sequence of fossil bones looking gradually more and more and more and more like the modern fossil.

I agree with people like Richard Dawkins that mankind felt the need for creation myths. Before we really began to understand disease and the weather and things like that, we sought false explanations for them. Now science has filled in some of the realm – not all – that religion used to fill.

Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.

If you saw a heat wave, would you wave back?

London is a modern Babylon.

We do not hate as long as we still attach a lesser value, but only when we attach an equal or a greater value.

One of the triumphs of the Civil Rights Movement is that when you travel through the South today, you do not feel overwhelmed by a residue of grievance and hate.

For me, often, there’s such a cloud of melancholia about knowing I’m going to have to leave my daughter on her own. I don’t know what age that is going to be, thank God. It just doubles me up in grief.

I’ve lived in good climate, and it bores the hell out of me. I like weather rather than climate.

The long, dull, monotonous years of middle-aged prosperity or middle-aged adversity are excellent campaigning weather for the devil.

We lived in a tall, narrow Victorian house, which my parents had bought very cheaply during the war, when everyone thought London was going to be bombed flat. In fact, a V-2 rocket landed a few houses away from ours. I was away with my mother and sister at the time, but my father was in the house.

When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.

Jealousy is just love and hate at the same time.

I have been in meetings where a head of state will say, ‚I like your tie,‘ to a man… or, ‚I like your country because the weather’s good,‘ or whatever. So for me, the pins in some ways were openers.

I hate going to the gym and doing it the old-fashioned way. I hate anything that’s too straightforward, too routine, too familiar. I get bored really, really quickly.

Those whom we can love, we can hate; to others we are indifferent.

Hate, emotionalism, and frustration are not policies.

It is the flash which appears, the thunderbolt will follow.

I’m not a good storm-outer… because I forget stuff.

The world knows that America will never start a war. This generation of Americans has had enough of war and hate… we want to build a world of peace where the weak are secure and the strong are just.

I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain.

In London, you’ll be walking around and, ‚Oh, there’s the ground.‘ Every area of the city has a Premier League club. They all survive; they all exist with enough money, and that’s good.

Lightning is something which, again, we would rather avoid.

Climate is what we expect, weather is what we get.

The world is a fine place and worth the fighting for and I hate very much to leave it.

When I left Dortmund, I said it’s not important what people think when you come in but what they think when you leave.

Even in this globalised world, London is still the standard for our times. The city has embraced the world’s diversity and represents the finest in human achievements.

Only the unloved hate; the unloved and the unnatural.

The Bermuda Triangle got tired of warm weather. It moved to Alaska. Now Santa Claus is missing.

There is no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.

One can find so many pains when the rain is falling.

It is easy to hate and it is difficult to love. This is how the whole scheme of things works. All good things are difficult to achieve; and bad things are very easy to get.

By seeing London, I have seen as much of life as the world can show.

Predicting rain doesn’t count. Building arks does.

I can remember earning £5,000 a game playing for Hibs at the end of the Seventies. They let me commute from London, train on the Friday and play on Saturday. That lasted until my friends at the Inland Revenue decided to take two-thirds. That wasn’t very entertaining for me.

In the Spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.

A broken heart is a very pleasant complaint for a man in London if he has a comfortable income.

You find no man, at all intellectual, who is willing to leave London. No, Sir, when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.

Do not rebuke mockers, or they will hate you; rebuke the wise, and they will love you.

Have we not come to such an impasse in the modern world that we must love our enemies – or else? The chain reaction of evil – hate begetting hate, wars producing more wars – must be broken, or else we shall be plunged into the dark abyss of annihilation.

Hate and force cannot be in just a part of the world without having an effect on the rest of it.

I think that the Bible teaches that homosexuality is a sin, but the Bible also teaches that pride is a sin, jealousy is a sin, and hate is a sin, evil thoughts are a sin. So I don’t think that homosexuality should be chosen as the overwhelming sin that we are doing today.

A smart girl leaves before she is left.

Most near-future fictions are boring. It’s always dark and always raining, and people are so unhappy.