I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls, With vassals and serfs at my side, And of all who assembled within those walls, That I was the hope and the pride.

The light of other days is faded, And all their glories past.

The heart bowed down by weight of woe to weakest hope will cling.

I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls With vassals and serfs at my side.

Do not trust a person who never fails. Failure is the incubator for character development.

I am not plain, or average or - God forbid - vanilla. I am peanut butter rocky road with multicolored sprinkles, hot fudge and a cherry on top.

Live your life today without any fear of unknown.Be strong and courageous to seek new path.

If it can be done digitally, do it.

I've always said, not giving too much away, I'm a believer in having all your stars on the pitch.

That prudery which survives youth and beauty resembles a scarecrow left in the fields after harvest.

There is no history, only histories.

Let's face it: the world is twisted. And rotten.

When I was a child I wanted to be Pope. My greatest disappointment is missing out on that. I also wanted to be a tap dancer but I never fulfilled that ambition either.

The truth is, I wrote a novel when I was 23. It's hideously bad. Truly rotten.