I have always disbelieved that Sicilian saying about revenge being a dish best served cold. I feel that—don't you?—when I see blinking, quivering octogenarian Nazi war criminals being led away in chains. Why not then? It's too late now. I want to see them taken back in time and punished then... Blame, certainly, is a dish only edible when served fresh and warm. Old blames, grudges and scores congeal and curdle and cause the most terrible indigestion.

Moab is My Washpot (autobiography, 1997)