My father was always slightly bemused by my success. Although he knew that I had reasonable intelligence, he always thought that I was a little bit lazy.

There's not enough silliness in the world. Eurovision helps to keep it balanced.

Don't start drinking before the fifth song.

Television contracts the imagination and radio expands it.

Who knows what hellish future lies ahead? ... Actually, I do. I've seen the rehearsals.

I don't make the mistake of thinking it's a major musical event. I love the Eurovision Song Contest and it will continue long after I'm gone. Just please don't ask me to take it seriously.

The culture now in television is that the presenter calls the financial and, increasingly, the creative shots. It is comparable to what happened in Hollywood 15 or so years ago.

But they're laughing at you. They're not laughing with you.

Worried about a skin condition? Leap smartly into a bath of porridge.

I suppose I should make a little apology to Cyndi - although I'm not taking the blame for this - because I was the one who did say Cyndi had won.

A talk show is about having a look at a famous face, a bit of stand-up comedy, knockabout stuff - an interview is what Barbara Walters or Connie Chung does in the States, in-depth, done properly.

You disregard God when you disregard His people

Every Day is Canada Day for new Canadians

If you have information you've got the world by the balls. But we have to convert information into knowledge in order to make it humanly useful.

You have to pretend you're 100 percent sure. You have to take action; you can't hesitate or hedge your bets. Anything less will condemn your efforts to failure.

How can you spend hours every day trying in small ways to figure out who you are, then have a near-stranger give you a sentence of yourself that says it better than you ever could?

No truly conscious human being sabotages himself - it's impossible, because it's contrary to Nature.

Pompeii has nothing to teach us, we know crack of volcanic fissure, slow flow of terrible lava, pressure on heart, lungs, the brain about to burst its brittle case (what the skull can endure!)

I was going to buy a van and move to LA so I could secretly pursue acting without any of my friends knowing.

There is no moral to my song, I praise no right, I blame no wrong; I tell of things that I have seen, I show the man that I have been As simply as a poet can Who knows himself poet and man.

I think we're a little bit more astray, more far afield from true integration and true acceptance.