I think I was once given cocaine but I sneezed so it didn't go up my nose. In fact, it may have been icing sugar.

The only reason I wouldn't go to some parts of New York is the real risk of meeting Donald Trump.

When Cameron's Conservatives come to power it will be a golden age for cyclists and an Elysium of cycle lanes, bike racks, and sharia law for bike thieves. And I hope that cycling in London will become almost Chinese in its ubiquity.

The Lib Dems are not just empty. They are a void within a vacuum surrounded by a vast inanition.

Hitler showed the evil that could be done by the art of rhetoric. Churchill showed how it could help to save humanity.

You know, sometimes I don't understand what's wrong with us. This is just about the most creative and imaginative country on earth—and yet sometimes we just don't seem to have the gumption to exploit our intellectual property. We split the atom, and now we have to get French or Korean scientists to help us build nuclear power stations. We perfected the finest cars on earth—and now Rolls-Royce is in the hands of the Germans. Whatever we invent, from the jet engine to the internet, we find that someone else carts it off and makes a killing from it elsewhere.

I want to win and I want to be in office.