When you hear someone from the very north of Scotland speaking, I think its nice, very musical and harmonious.
There's a lot of fantasy about what Scotland is, and the shortbread tins and that sort of thing.
I take the good with the bad. I can't love people in slices.
Some age. Others mature.
I don't think I'll ever act again.
A man who fears nothing is a man who loves nothing; and if you love nothing, what joy is there in your life?