There's nothing sillier in the world than a teacher telling you don't do it after you already did it.

I don't absolve my father completely of his responsibility for what he did to us I feel compassion, maybe. He had his demons. But I still can't understand how a man can walk away from children. And leave them to starve, as we nearly did, if it wasn't for my mother going out and begging.

We never really had any kind of a Christmas. This is one part where my memory fails me completely.

I don't know what it means and I don't care because it's Shakespeare and it's like having jewels in my mouth when I say the words.

I am teaching. Storytelling is teaching

I can't go too much into my domestic life because there are ex-wives ready to do me in.

Happiness is hard to recall. Its just a glow.