I have never been convinced there's anything inherently wrong in having fun.

At the base of it was the urge, if you wanted to play football, to knock someone down, that was what the sport was all about, the will to win closely linked with contact.

The New York Times published the guest list on the front page. The masks were a brilliant concept.

Give me good books, good conversations, and my Trek Y-Foil, and I shall want for nothing else.

I remember being awed by it - the uniqueness and nicety of style - and I suspect I was a bit jealous because we were more or less of the same generation.

It's like people always say, Well, does sport teach you anything in life? It teaches you certain things, but it doesn't teach you other things. It doesn't teach, as I say, very much about marriage, very much about how to make a living, any of those things.

He still has the same way of calling to me, as if I'm still new to him, as if he has yet to get over me.