Make-up covers a multitude of sins.

Did-a-chick? Dum-a-chum? Dad-a-cham? Ded-a-chek?

I do have one slightly crooked wheel upstairs, but everything else is ticking along just four-o, thank you very much.

A cowardly leader is the most dangerous of men.

If you say, Well, OK, I don't believe in God. There's no evidence of God, then you're missing the stars in the sky and you're missing the sunrises and sunsets and you're missing the fact that bees pollinate all these crops and keep us alive and the way that everything seems to work together. Everything is sort of built in a way that to me suggests intelligent design.

I never have a thematic intention at the outset. The story informs the theme for me rather than the other way around. But as it happens... this is, at least to a degree, about getting old and the rapid passage of our lives.

I know your mother lives in your head - almost everyone's mother does, I guess - but you can't let her have her way on this one