A warrior...must believe in his strength of will, of purpose, of heart and soul.

Nothing of real worth can ever be bought. Love, friendship, honour, valour, respect. All these things have to be earned.

Old age is not as honorable as death, but most people seek it.

Do not speak badly of yourself, for the warrior that is inside you hears your words and is lessened by them.

A warrior feeds his body well; he trains it; works on it. Where he lacks knowledge, he studies. But above all he must believe. He must believe in his strength of will, of purpose, of heart and soul.

May all your dreams but one come true, for what is life without a dream?

There's no shame in fear. But understand this - the coward is ruled by fear, while the hero rides it like a wild stallion.

We make choices everyday, some of them good, some of them bad. And - if we are strong enough - we live with the consequences.

I may be stupid, as you say, to believe in honour and friendship and loyalty without price. But these are virtues to be cherished, for without them we are no more than beasts roaming the land.

Fear is an aid to the warrior. It is a small fire burning. It heats the muscles, making us stronger. Panic comes when the fire is out of control, consuming all courage and pride.

A man with wife and daughters has no place losing his temper.

We prayed the moon would unstopper long enough to suck us through to the other side so we could see how dull the stars were at their backsides.

Just because something doesn't do what you planned it to do doesn't mean it's useless.

What we call Man's power over Nature turns out to be a power exercised by some men over other men with Nature as its instrument.

I feel like I'm climbing as well, if not better, than ever.

I like some superhero movies, but I have to say that they all feel the same to me. I've seen them a million times. They're all the same movie.

Homework, I have discovered, involves a sharp pencil and thick books and long sighs.

I was lucky enough not to face any required summer reading lists until I went to college. So I still think of summer as the best time to read for fun.

How often the highest talent lurks in obscurity.

Just write and love what you're writing. And if you're not loving what you're writing, take a look at why and fix that.

You sat there and watched our colleague Ruth Smeeth abused at a Labour event. Your words are hollow.