My whole day is built around meetings that can be achieved around bike rides. My contract actually offers me a free car from my home to my office and back, but I suppose I am addicted to cycling.

Winter is coming, we know what's coming with it. We can learn to live with the wildlings, or we can add them to the army of the dead.

I want to fight for the side that fights for the living. Did I come to the right place?

Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle. Who knows?

The only way to do my job without optimism would be as a cynic, and that's not my nature.

Presentationally, Bill Clinton is a US President to die for. The truth is, far too many have.

At Halloween a lot of young people were wearing Bush masks mocked up as an incarnation of the Devil.

I'm as embarrassed as hell about it. I purged myself of my shame by buying the Beatles 'all you need is love', one of the most evocative singles of all time.

My professional life had started and here I was at a professional dinner full of uninhibited drinking.

When you have nothing to say, don't.

You know, people always talk about how Jesus came down to Earth as a human being. He became a human being, But no one ever takes into account what that means.

[A] great embarrassing fact… haunts all attempts to represent the market as the highest form of human freedom: that historically, impersonal, commercial markets originate in theft.

Central banks don't have divine wisdom. They try to do the best analysis they can and must be prepared to stand or fall by the quality of that analysis.

It's what you always do. You confuse love for admiration.

But we must not forget that only a very few people are artists in life; that the art of life is the most distinguished and rarest of all the arts.

Pervading all nature we may see at work a stern discipline , which is a little cruel that it may be very kind.

Those who talk on the razor-edge of double-meanings pluck the rarest blooms from the precipice on either side.

Would a watermelon in the midst of a chase sequence not be, in its own organic way, emblematic of our entire misunderstood enterprise? At once totally logical and perfectly irrational?