Life is generally something that happens elsewhere.

No mention of God. They keep Him up their sleeves for as long as they can, vicars do. They know it puts people off.

Your whole life is on the other side of the glass. And there is nobody watching.

Cancer, like any other illness, is a bore.

The thing I think about is that once you've done it, you then start to think about what you're going to do next. It's much easier to follow something that's not been as successful as this.

Why do we not care to acknowledge them? The cattle, the body count. We still don't like to admit the war was even partly our fault because so many of our people died. A photograph on every mantlepiece. And all this mourning has veiled the truth. It's not so much lest we forget, as lest we remember. Because you should realise the Cenotaph and the Last Post and all that stuff is concerned, there's no better way of forgetting something than by commemorating it.

Sometimes there is no next time, no time-outs, no second chances. Sometimes it’s now or never.