I think the last few weeks for me have been just a very different emotional experience. Something I never thought I would feel myself. And I find...a lot of things affect me differently now. As any new parent knows, you're only too happy to show off your new child and, you know, proclaim that he is the best looking or the best everything.

It's my mother's engagement ring so I thought it was quite nice because obviously she's not going to be around to share any of the fun and excitement of it all - this was my way of keeping her close to it all.

My house is to me as my castle, since the law has not the art to destroy it.

I am and always will be an HRH. But out of personal choice I like to be called William because that is my name and I want people to call me William - for now.

Only the mad girls chase me, I think.

I hope I'm not a tourist attraction - I'm sure that they come here really because St. Andrews is just amazing, a beautiful place.

Being a small boy it's very daunting seeing the Queen around and not really quite knowing what to talk about.