It was a good apple too. A good apple, picked by a madman on a full moon night.

She taught me what's important, and what isn't. And I've never forgotten. And that's what mothers do, I say.

I’m alone with the ghost of the swamp, somewhere near the weeping willows.

I'm not sure if my dream is a dream, or a nightmare.

Our great adventure ran out of petrol and stopped on this farm.

And I feel like a real Dad when I read to her at night. She won't sleep without one story, at least.

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'm glad she left me the kids. I'd be lost without them. Lost and bitter. With them here, I'm only bitter.

I walked out of his room sure I'd said the right thing maybe not as a father but as a Dad. I'd said the right thing, for once in my life.

She didn't have an answer for that. People like her only ever have questions.

I know that today, with a full tank, and with Annabel, that it's time to go.

Still in my mind the old days scenario is playing OVER AND OVER

But some secrets are so strange and so dangerous that showing them to people makes the strangeness and the danger pour into their lives like a dark, dark ink.

I am eagerly awaiting my next disappointment.

We had the IRA ceasefire in August 1994 and a lot of people assumed that a deal had been done - which wasn't right.

Light makes photography. Embrace light.

There's nothing better for a comedian than adversity.

London is the most multicultural, mixed-race place on Earth.

The effort to try to feel happy is often precisely the thing that makes us miserable.

Bring something new, something beautiful and something filled with light into the world.

God it's good to be here walkin together, my friend.