“It’s my job.”“Then thanks for showing up at work today.”

“It’s an artist’s job to show people the world they live in. We hold up mirrors.”

“There's no dignity, no decency, or health today for men that haven't got a job. All other things depend on work today.”

“It’s not our job to pick up another’s fears or even their strengths. Work on your own fears and strengths, that’s your spiritual practice.”

“Acknowledgements! My thanks to HollywoodWhen you showed me John RamboStitching up his arm with no anaestheticAnd giving them “a war they won’t believe”I knew then my calling, the job for meThanks also to the recruitment advertsFor showing me soldiers whizzing around on skisAnd for sending sergeants to our schoolTo tell us of the laughs, the great food, the payThe camaraderieI am, dear taxpayer, forever in your debtYou paid for my all-inclusive pilgrimageOne year basking in the Garden of Eden(I haven’t quite left yet)Thanks to Mum and thanks to DadFuck it,Thanks to every parentFlushing with pride for their brave young ladsBuying young siblings toy guns and toy tanksWaiting at the airportWaving their flags”

“The world is made by the people who show up for the job.”