I just read an 800-page history of the Scottish Enlightenment and, honestly, I may as well just start it again now, because I cannot remember a single thing. I can barely remember where Scotland is.

To be able to pretend to be something that I'm frankly not is very liberating and exciting.

I rowed for Cambridge. I was pretty good at that.

Russian vodka is OK if you need to clean the oven. For drinking, it must henceforth be Polish.

Believe it or not, perhaps I don't show it much, or well, but I think I like people.

I'm finding it increasingly difficult to simply walk down the street. In New York, I dashed in to buy a big pair of sunglasses to conceal myself, but the guy behind the counter shouted 'Hey! It's Dr. House.'

I'm not a religious man... I find I am a fan of science. I believe in science. A humility before the facts. I find that a moving and beautiful thing. And belief in the unknown I find less interesting. I find the known and the knowable interesting enough.