Christmas to a child is the first terrible proof that to travel hopefully is better than to arrive.

P. G. Wodehouse... used, when in town, to solve the problem of the long walk to the post-office by the simple expedient of tossing his letters out of his window: his belief that the average human, finding a stamped and addressed envelope on the pavement, would naturally pop it into the nearest pillar-box was never once, in decades, shown to be unfounded.

There's nothing worse than the British in one of their fits of morality.

There is simply no limit to the tyrannical snobbery that otherwise decent people can descend into when it comes to music.

It's a great privilege just to be in a film not because you're some packaging that some agent has done with the studio exec: "We need a John Travolta film."

This is the point. One technology doesn't replace another, it complements. Books are no more threatened by Kindle than stairs by elevators.

Enthusiats are used to being mocked, maligned and misunderstood. We don't really mind.