It's just that none of us had the wit or talent to make them into songs. We made them into life, which much messier, and more time consuming, and leaves nothing for anybody to whistle.

Books are, let's face it, better than everything else.

Do you ever do that thing where you lie in bed and you can't sleep so you end up writing out recent conversation you've had? So they look like a play?' Well you should. It's fun. I keep them. Look through them, sometimes.

It's a mystery of human chemistry and I don't understand it, some people, as far as their senses are concerned, just feel like home.

It is a strange paradox that while the grief of football fans(and it is real grief) is private - we each have an individual relationship with our clubs, and I think that we are secretly convinced that none of the other fans understands quite why we have been harder hit than anyone else - we are forced to mourn in public, surrounded by people whose hurt is expressed in forms different from our own.

Women who disapprove of men - and there's plenty to disapprove of - should remember how we started out, and how far we had to travel.

I would like my personal reading map to resemble a map of the British Empire circa 1900.