I am now known as Nina Conti's father and it's wonderful.

Procrastination is probably my worst habit out of many. Especially when it comes to paperwork.

I like writing songs - I keep saying that one day I'll do something with them, but I haven't yet.

When the plane is delayed, it's not the fault of the girl at the desk. I'm resigned to the fact that everything is out of my control and that air travel nowadays is barbaric.

I've always felt like a foreigner wherever I've lived. I don't feel much towards my Italian or Scottish roots, although I do cook the pasta at home.

If you didn't join for the girls, choose another profession.

There are so many people in film and television that get between a performer and the audience, and that's frustrating.

Some friends said they weren't surprised to find out Napoleon and I were related, but it came as quite a shock to me.

My temper manifests itself when I can't find something. I could swear that there is a plot against me to put kitchen utensils in the wrong drawers.

It's all good fun - television and movies and so on - but the good thing in theatre is there's nothing and no one between you and the audience so you can do what you want really.

If you look at movies with Cary Grant or Jimmy Stewart and all the rest of it, none of them looks like a boy. They always looked like mature men. The audience didn't want to go and see kids.

This is how you will remember that you are mine. Every painful touch, everyaching hug, will remind you - that you are a slave - to me.

The man of culture is one of the poorest mortals alive. For simple pedantry and want of good sense no man is his equal. No assumption is too unreal, no end is too unpractical for him.

The breath of the mind is attention.

The eruption of lived pleasure is such that in losing myself I find myself; forgetting that I exist, I realize myself.

All your friends think you're satisfied, but they can't see your soul, no, no, no.

We ring the bells and we raise the strain We hang up garlands everywhere And bid the tapers twinkle fair, And feast and frolic - and then we go Back to the same old lives again.

If Nature is opposed, we will fight her and make her obbey us.

If you're willing to stand for what you believe in ... you won't need advice from me, because you will be able to handle whatever comes.

So holy and so perfect is my love, And I in such a poverty of grace, That I shall think it a most plenteous crop To glean the broken ears after the man That the main harvest reaps.

My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.