You know, one of the things I've learnt since coming out of office is how much easier it is to give the advice than take the decision. I mean, you know, it's tough.

The kaleidoscope has been shaken. The pieces are in flux. Soon they will settle again. Before they do, let us re-order this world around us.

The art of leadership is saying no, not saying yes. It is very easy to say yes.

I want my son to grow up in a place where the people are more powerful than the government and not the other way around.

There is no meeting of minds, no point of understanding with such terror. Just a choice: Defeat it or be defeated by it. And defeat it we must.

Global warming is too serious for the world any longer to ignore its danger or split into opposing factions on it.

A simple way to take measure of a country is to look at how many want in.. And how many want out.

Politics is about listening and it's about leading.

I didn't come into politics to change the Labour Party. I came into politics to change the country.

One of the paradoxes of globalization is that, in the developing world, we've seen massive reductions in property.

The emphasis placed by more and more companies on corporate social responsibility, symbolises the recognition that prosperity is best achieved in an inclusive society.

Sacred soul with sparkle of divinity finds undefeatable strength.

[Playing] the bad guys tend to be fascinating. Figuring out what makes them do the things they do is what interests me.

I don't have any doubts that I need writing. I need it personally because this is the way I think.

I don't have a ton of friends, but the friends I have are great ones. I don't have huge family, but the family I have is a great one.

I went through all my twenties thinking that I wasn't good enough.

If I were white I could capture the world.

Great leaders have to know when to divide that line from being selfless to being selfish, and he perfectly chose the time to be selfish and made plays.

I don't have a plan for a story when I sit down to write. I would get quite bored carrying it out.

Yes, I heard my people singing!-in the glow of parlor coal-stove and on summer porches sweet with lilac air, from choir loft and Sunday morning pews-and my soul was filled with their harmonies.

One of my da's tragedies was always the fact that he was bright enough to understand just how comprehensively he had shat all over his life.