Without the breath of real freedom we're getting nowhere fast.

So just to be truthful to my own sensibility, I need to acknowledge that the season is not all joy and light for a lot of people. It's tough - environmentally, emotionally, spiritually.

My comfortable existence is reduced to a shallow meaningless party.

I'm not much of a family man. I'm just not that into it. I love kids, I adore them, but I don't want to live my life for them.

Melancholy is no bad thing.

If manners maketh the man as someone said, then he's the hero of the day.

I quite like mistakes. I think they're human.