I am hoping very much to get re-elected but it is going to be a tough fight.

I have as much chance of becoming Prime Minister as of being decapitated by a frisbee or of finding Elvis.

It is just flipping unbelievable. He is a mixture of Harry Houdini and a greased piglet. He is barely human in his elusiveness. Nailing Blair is like trying to pin jelly to a wall.

My speaking style was criticised by no less an authority than Arnold Schwarzenegger. It was a low moment, my friends, to have my rhetorical skills denounced by a monosyllabic Austrian cyborg.

It is possible to have a pretty good life and career being a leech and a parasite in the media world, gadding about from TV studio to TV studio, writing inconsequential pieces and having a good time.

My policy on cake is pro having it and pro eating it.

The only reason I wouldn't go to some parts of New York is the real risk of meeting Donald Trump.

My ideal world is, we're there, we're in the EU, trying to make it better.

There is absolutely no one, apart from yourself, who can prevent you, in the middle of the night, from sneaking down to tidy up the edges of that hunk of cheese at the back of the fridge.

In 1904, 20 per cent of journeys were made by bicycle in London. I want to see a figure like that again. If you can't turn the clock back to 1904, what's the point of being a Conservative?

I am supporting David Cameron purely out of cynical self-interest.

On the horizon, he saw the full moon. God dropped it there, he was sure, as a reminder of our small place in the world. A reminder that what is beautiful is fleeting.

For every man there exists a bait which he cannot resist swallowing.

The sea complains upon a thousand shores.

For fifteen cents a day you can feed an African, they eat pennies.

The world is so much larger than I thought. I thought we went along paths--but it seems there are no paths. The going itself is the path.

One fantasy is that I just do a Don Roos movie every year if that's possible. If he'd have me

Nonviolence which to me is the glory of Hinduism, has been sought to be explained away by our people as being meant for the sanyasis only.

The cottage industry of India had to perish in order that Lancashire might flourish.

Creed was ended by egos and people wanting to do their own thing and poor decision-making.

Where is it, this present? It has melted in our grasp, fled ere we could touch it, gone in the instant of becoming.