Cruelty to children is the thing I can least bear in the world.

I hope to have more time to think, to look at the sky, dealing with less crisis management, to learn another language, to travel.

In the garden of our house, when I was three. My brothers and I had a jumping wall. I remember it as enormously high, but it was probably only about a foot and a half.

It is intensely frustrating. The longer you live, the more interesting life gets, and yet many of the parts involve carrying trays and putting lamb chops down in front of the leading man.

I have quite a robust relationship with regret. You simply don't know what the alternative would have been.

Sometimes I think it'd be fun to do a completely different job for a while. You've got one life and you do the same job for the whole of it, and you think - was that a good use of a life?

Everything contains its antithesis.