Our emotional map is laid down mainly in relationship with our earliest caregiver in the first couple of years of life.

A relapse doesn't mean you'll never walk down the path you prefer. But I think relapses are almost an inevitable part of any course of self-development.

If we think of our brains as a map, those early roads are like grooves, tram tracks, easy to fall into.

In order to stretch ourselves we do need to experience the vulnerability of not knowing the outcome.

If we are not using our brains' capacity for challenge it feels to me as though it atrophies like an unused muscle.

A sense of achievement improves general confidence and self-esteem.

I am talking about being optimistic enough to sow some seeds in the hope that some of them will germinate and grow into flowers.

There are probably times where the creative process is not helped by collaboration.

Two brains are better than one. You've twice the brain capacity and you have two sets of experiences and genes to bring to any challenge.

The trouble is if we take no new steps to try a new challenge, our comfort zone doesn't seem just to stay still, but retract.

People tend to slip up and go along the old road before they realise what they've done and climb out of it again.

Sometimes, on our way through the world, we meet someone who touches our heart in a way others don't.

When people live in abnormality for too long, the abnormal becomes normal and eventually, identity is lost

If liberty means anything at all, it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear.

Isn't your natural talent or an industry expert to succeed in ‪‎sales‬. It's how you explain your failures.

Wills are trumped by legal titles to real estate or beneficiary designations on financial accounts, retirement plans and insurance policies.

Even when I stop performing or stop making records I won't stop being creative. Songwriting is a good outlet.

As far as the physical miseries go, I am sure I will cope. I lived at Eton in the 1950s and I know all about life in uncomfortable quarters.

We all decided that from the start, me and Richey can't write music but we can write lyrics and look pretty tarty.

Like a glowworm golden, in a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden its aerial blue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view.

To make another person hold his tongue, be you first silent.