Competition is for dogs and horses.

'Spice Girls' is about unifying the world - every age, every gender, everyone. It's woman power, it's an essence, a tribe.

The truth sets you free. It's a very liberating thing, when you say this is who I am warts and all and then you can just get on with life. It's amazing.

I love being on the beach - it's my favourite place. I can chill out, read, listen to music, play with my daughter.

Becoming a solo singer is like going from an eau de toilette to a perfume. It's much more intense.

Step by step, the road is long, but at the end you can touch a star.

Being mean about other people isn't on my radar.

We hope for the future, then we reach for the past.

In school nativity plays I was always the bloody little donkey, I was never Mary.

It's important to learn to laugh at ourselves. Don't take life too seriously.

Someone taught me how to eat properly. Learning from others is important when it's not working for yourself.

If you don't drive your business, you will be driven out of business.

All accidents and experiments, and discoveries, are what my work is about. The problem that I have as an artist is being way too critical.

The Constitution created a framework, not a Ouija board, precisely because the Framers understood that prospect of a nation ruled for centuries by dead prophets would be the very opposite of freedom.

The mere existence of atomic weapons implies the possibility of their use.

Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite, All are on their rounds tonight; In the wan moon's silver ray, Thrives their helter-skelter play.

I was incredibly depressed and I found myself avoiding doing interviews where my [20-something daughters] could hear me - or leaving books on the coffee table they could see.

The Logos was divine, not the divine Being himself.

Achievements, seldom credited to their source, are the result of unspeakable drudgery and worries.

When building a team, I always search first for people who love to win. If I can't find any of those, I look for people who hate to lose.

Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill,/ In the dawn clouds flying,/ How good to go, light into light, and still/ Giving light, dying.