Chicken masala is now Britain's true national dish, not only because it is the most popular, but because it is a perfect illustration of the way Britain absorbs and adapts external influences.

If it looks like a duck, quacks like a duck, it's a duck!

There were no international terrorists in Iraq until we went in. It was we who gave the perfect conditions in which Al Qaeda could thrive.

The longer we remain in Iraq the more our occupation becomes part of the problem... rather than the solution.

I can't accept collective responsibility for the decision to commit Britain now to military action in Iraq without international agreement or domestic support.

I may not have succeeded in halting the war, but I did secure the right of parliament to decide on war.

Medical school had been a time for imaginary diseases and Martin had contracted almost all of them.

Tony Blair has to consider very carefully to what extent he can leave Britain, the party and the nation guessing as to when exactly he might go.

Chicken Tikka Massala is now a true British national dish, not only because it is the most popular, but because it is a perfect illustration of the way Britain absorbs and adapts external influences.

A smile is a smile.

Each one of us must suffer long to himself before he can learn that he is but one in a great community of wretchedness which has been pitilessly repeating itself from the foundation of the world.

It is spring, let us dance and dream with flowers. Let us sing and enjoy the trees.

Sociology was born of the modern ardor to improve society.

I think it's my job to tell the truth.

Everyone needs to have access both to grandparents and grandchildren in order to be a full human being.

Adversity toughens manhood, and the characteristic of the good or the great man is not that he has been exempt from the evils of life, but that he has surmounted them.

Whether we're fighting climate change or going to space, everything is moved forward by computers, and we don't have enough people who can code

She had read a wonderful play about a man who scratched on the wall of his cell and she had felt that was true of life — one scratched on the wall.