Anyone suffering Downton Abbey withdrawal symptoms will find an instant tonic.

The best musicians answer something in you when you don't even know the question.

No man would ever use both hands to hold a cup of tea, unless he was one day's march from the South Pole, with one chum dead in the snow, dogs all eaten and six fingers about to drop off. And even then he would look around the empty tent to check, in case anybody thought it was girly.

Can't is for pussies.

You learned that if you're tired enough, you can sleep sitting up. That the unendurable is perfectly endurable if you just take it a minute at a time, and when the alternative is no more minutes ever.

I forget the derivation of Boxing Day, but the feeling of wanting to invite your loved ones outside one at a time and punch them in the face, does that come into it somewhere?

In death, we are not defined by what we did or who we were but by what we meant to others. How well we loved and were loved in return.