People don't throw your bags out of windows because of lies; they throw them out because of the truth.

As a person I'm a little more doubtful, introspective and analytical.

What I might do is watch Mrs Doubtfire. Or Dead Poets Society or Good Will Hunting and I might be nice to people, mindful today how fragile we all are, how delicate we are, even when fizzing with divine madness that seems like it will never expire.

I enjoyed having a reputation as being wild, but these days I try not to worry about what people think in the privacy of their own brain or what they write in the bizarre publicity of their own newspapers, because all of those things are meaningless.

In England, we have such good manners that if someone says something impolite, the police will get involved.

Democracy is a gleaming Excalibur - let's not use it just to mend the toaster.

I missed him, of course, but sometimes close friendships have a tidal beat that pulls you towards different shores though the ocean that connects you remains.