The British public has always had an unerring taste for ungifted amateurs.

I must say it's pretty dreary living in the American Age - unless you're an American of course. Perhaps all our children will be Americans.

Oh heavens, how I long for a little ordinary human enthusiasm. Just enthusiasm - that's all. I want to hear a warm, thrilling voice cry out Hallelujah! Hallelujah! I'm alive!

Don't be afraid of being emotional. You won't die of it.

I must be the luckiest man in the world. Not only am I bisexual, I am also Welsh.

We all of us waited for him to die. The family sent him a check every month, and hoped he'd get on with it quietly, without too much vulgar fuss.

Heroes, whatever high ideas we may have of them, are mortal and not divine. We are all as God made us and many of us much worse.