I'm not a creature of the night, mate.

I'm the sort of person who keeps a lot to myself.

Im sick of making bloody history.

I'm not that good a player, and I'll be the first to admit that. I might be a three or four grand-slam winner; I might be a two grand-slam winner, I don't know.

Life's there to make the most of, and that's what I do.

You've got to be realistic.

I'm not going to be a ten or twelve grand-slam winner. It's not going to happen.

He needs a looser association. He needs something that implies a man who wants the ice shard to remain in his chest, who's learned to love the sensation of being pierced.

At the core of your heart, you are perfect and pure. No one and nothing can alter that.

It takes time, or does time take it?

I tell him about ... Jack and Annabel, smart and ready and I'm wondering where all that smart comes from and I figure some from parents, some from school, and some from a place inside you.

I don't know much about sports.

I should like to bring a case to trial: Prosperity versus Beauty, Cash registers teetering in a balance against the comfort of the soul.

The weather is beautiful in Toulon and the girls are beautiful and I don't want to leave.

I don't read all the newspapers.

In fact, an information theory that leaves out the issue of noise turns out to have no content.

It is kind of hard to figure out who you are when you've lost your job at age 13, when that was basically how you identified yourself.