Above literature?' said the Queen. 'Who is above literature? You might as well say one was above humanity.

Sometimes there is no next time, no time-outs, no second chances. Sometimes it’s now or never.

Life is rather like a tin of sardines - we're all of us looking for the key.

All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.

History is a commentary on the various and continuing incapabilities of men. What is history? History is women following behind with the bucket.

A bookshelf is as particular to its owner as are his or her clothes; a personality is stamped on a library just as a shoe is shaped by the foot.

If you think squash is a competitive activity, try flower arranging.

The majority of people perform well in a crisis and when the spotlight is on them; it's on the Sunday afternoons of this life, when nobody is looking, that the spirit falters.

Mark my words, when a society has to resort to the lavatory for its humour, the writing is on the wall.

I saw someone peeing in Jermym Street the other day. I thought, is this the end of civilization as we know it? Or is it simply someone peeing in Jermyn Street?

We started off trying to set up a small anarchist community, but people wouldn't obey the rules.

Positive life, positive actions.

It's hard to be a bright light in a dim world.

Be real and adjust you strategy according to honest results.

Big business increasingly likes to portray itself as socially concerned, adopting the style of civic action through 'campaigns' of varying degrees of cynicism.

These tears do me good, they have watered the parched place; perhaps my heart will grow again there!

I'm always kind of off to the next movie, and focused on making sure that the one I'm currently working on is as good as the one that's already on TV.

Getting and keeping my immunity became very important to me. For I needed to take care of myself and my family. No one else was worried about me.

Love is a lot like dancing; you just surrender to the music.

I told my staff that I'm so boring that I didn't even know I was boring.

It was all very childish. Why on earth should Edward have to leave for Jacob to come over? Weren't we past this immaturity?