I find if I just sit down and think, a solution presents itself.

Be careful what you shoot at . . . most things in here don't react too well to bullets.

I just think the most difficult thing to displace is privilege.

People used to call me Bond in the street. It was impossible to avoid crowds of people all over the place and blinding flashguns. The Beatles had to run the gauntlet as well, but at least there were four of them!

The media already attempts to assassinate my character in Scotland when I'm there, so my position is much more effective if I'm outside Scotland and am part of the voice of what the Scottish National Party is about.

I don't understand if you get caught in a fight, but take it out on a room, how that implies some psychiatric disorder.

If you fear nothing, you love nothing. If you love nothing, what joy can there be in life?