We all make mistakes but one has to move on.

And I did wonder - because it's now three years ago since I left prison - whether there would come a time when I would forget it, or it would be in the past as anything else might be - no, it's there every day of my life.

I have discovered with advancing years that few things are entirely black or white, but more often different shades of grey.

The worst moment of any campaign is waiting for the sun to rise on the morning of the battle

Who Saddam Hussein kills, dies.

At the end of my trial, I was rather hoping the judge would send me to Australia for the rest of my life.

I'm passionate again about writing. This is important to me; it's got to be the comeback book.