My father taught me that losing your temper is a self-indulgent act.

In life you don't regret the things you do, you regret the things you don't do.

For Sunday breakfast, I make orange and ricotta pancakes, crepes and eggs. You know men, we usually go for breakfast because it's the easiest thing to cook and then we try to make it seem fancy.

To me, the smell of fresh-made coffee is one of the greatest inventions.

The longer it takes you to become successful, the harder it will be for somebody else to take it away from you.

If you accept the pain, it cannot hurt you.

I've never heard my dad say a bad word about anybody. He always keeps his emotions in check and is a true gentleman. I was taught that losing it was indulgent, a selfish act.

Salvatore Ferragamo have done some nice handmade suits for me.

Breakfast is my specialty. I admit it's the easiest meal to cook, but I make everything with a twist, like lemon ricotta pancakes or bacon that's baked instead of fried.

For me that's one of the great indulgences in life - a hand-tailored suit, and a great pair of handmade shoes.

If you put Buddha, Jesus Christ, Socrates, Shakespeare, Arjuna, Krishna at a dinner table together, I can't see them having an argument.

When emerging from humble beginnings, those around you tend to underestimate your authenticity because they knew you before you were 'somebody'.

Sometimes this high-tech world calls for low-tech solutions.

I think it's important for the public to know, great reporting starts with a publisher who has guts and an editor who has guts.

People want to know more about me. They want to know who I am.

By turning every Yahoo search box into a Bing box, Microsoft may have bought itself the exposure it needs to be the next Google.

Regrets are a waste of time. They're the past crippling you in the present.

Human nature is so well disposed towards those who are in interesting situations, that a young person, who either marries or dies, is sure of being kindly spoken of.

To me, if the writing doesn't have rhythm, it feels dead. I lose all confidence. The music has to emerge to feel confident enough to move on to the next major chapter.

I very much wanted to be editor of the 'New Statesman!' But I never wanted to be prime minister, except maybe as a little boy.

I feel outside of the system where you’re male or female. So I just retired from caring. I don’t represent myself as a man or as a woman. I represent myself by not participating as either.