I don’t pretend to know much about love, but that’s how great love comes to an end, not in the flames of passion, but in the silence of regret.

Well, that's history for you, folks. Unfair, untrue and for the most part written by folk who weren't even there.

The dead know everything, but don't give a damn.

Stay hopeful.

Death is part of who we are. It guidesus. It shapes us. It drives us to madness. Can you still be human if you have no mortal end

Believe it or don't believe it, Madame. But my feet are tired too. Bloody tired. Like a dead man's.

Our whole family thrives under pressure. It's like our family motto or something.Apart from my brother Peter, of course. He had a nervous break down. But the rest of us.

Marriage, for a woman at least, hampers the two things that made life to me glorious - friendship and learning.

I live in a house that's incredibly old, and it's typical that part of it is slightly in the ground. It's very earthed. It's almost like living in a hobbit house.

Slaves sing most when they are most unhappy. The songs of the slave represent the sorrows of his heart; and he is relieved by them, only as an aching heart is relieved by its tears.

I must do something to keep my thoughts fresh and growing. I dread nothing so much as falling into a rut and feeling myself becoming a fossil.

Timing has a lot to with art.

I didn't have a life until I went up onstage.