My family were from Jamaica.

I was a postman one Christmas and I developed a morbid fear of dogs.

Gun crime is a major cause of fear and distress throughout the UK. The problem is deeply entrenched in a wide range of social and cultural factors and therefore not an isolated issue.

White people love playing 'divide & rule'. We should not play their game.

Being an MP is a good job, the sort of job all working-class parents want for their children -- clean, indoors and no heavy lifting. What could be nicer?

Outsiders often have an insight that an insider doesn't quite have.

I'm a West Indian mum and West Indian mums will go to the wall for their children.

I'm not the only Labour MP who sent their child to public school but I'm the only one who's questioned about it.

My forebears refused to cut the sugar cane for plantation owners, and I am recognisably a product of that background.

When fast food is not a treat but a dietary staple, the children surf the internet all day in dark corners of the room and are bombarded with latest gadgets. Things replace parental standards.

It is time Britain put its trust back into the Labour Party. I believe I am the candidate that can make this happen precisely because I am not associated with the past.

Your soul is bigger than your programming.

He was one of those men whose constitutional inability to make small talk forfeits all one's sympathy and makes one think that social grace is sometimes a moral duty.

... , listening to the storm outside as it left the city, knowing that I was going to lose her but also knowing that, for a few minutes, we had belonged to one another, and to nobody else.

I started working at Hanna-Barbera in '92 on 2 Stupid Dogs.

You can perceive life as tragic, or you can laugh at the tragedy of it and that turns it into comedy. It doesn't change the circumstances.

It's the twenty-first century." I told Tank. "Women drive." "Only in my bed," Tank said. "Never in my car.

We're a free society; we've got television. We have radio. We have newspapers. We have the videocassette, which is coming into play. These are new freedoms.

A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England.

Now let the weeping cease; Let no one mourn again. These things are in the hands of God.

I've started to experiment [in the studio] with texturing the canvas, building up the surface with large brushes, palette knife or fingers. I want to say more in my art.