It was joy, joy, happy joy. Happy, happy joy. A big fat smiley sun rose above the rooftops and beamed down its blessings onto the borough known as Brentford.

If there are no spots on a sugar cube then I’ve just put a dice in my tea.

I know that if I have been working on one paragraph and I have written it three times, it goes in the bin. Unless it comes straight out, it is wrong, it is awkward, it does not fit.

What is believed to be a fact is only a fact until another fact supersedes it. Science is only a fashion. Nothing more.

Now, it's a fact well known to those who know it well that prophets of doom only attain popularity when they get the drinks in all around.

Everyone misbehaves,' said Eddie. 'That's nature. Everyone gets away with as much as they can get away with. And the more they can get away with, the more they will.

Only if I am going to die, I should prefer to die as I have lived, drunkenly.

Have you ever head this theory about drinking yourself sober?' Eddie asked. 'It's a very popular theory. Amongst drunks, anyway.

Oh dear,' said Eddie. 'We'd better hurry. Tinto, call me a cab.' All right,' said Tinto. 'You're a cab.

Jack, get a grip of yourself.' I have a grip of myself.' Jack took a grip of himself. It was a most intimate grip; not the kind of grip that you usually take of yourself in public.

Need to get to Ruislip by sparrow-fart though', said the squadron leader. 'Think you can do that? Can I come along for the ride?

If we all did the things we are really capable of doing, we would literally astound ourselves.

... but remember that I shall love your sorrow...

There is no greater power on this earth than story.

Art exists because reality is neither real nor significant.

Rainy day savings are incredibly important, because from time to time, bad things happen. And if you're not prepared for that, it's going to be really terrible.

The addict will screw you over and lie to you and do all kinds of things.

I am not a long-run actor. I admire actors who can do that.

Being without work [in the United States] is still far better for most people than being employed in Central America.

Great. "So not only am I not-human, but Death is my arch foe?" Who, me? Panic? "Anything else you want to tell me, while we're confessing?

It's the team that matters. Where would The Beatles be without Ringo. If John got Yoko to play drums the history of music would be completely different.