Preachers love only their own voices.

The clown knows that life is cruel. The ancient jester's motley coloured costume turned his usually melancholy expression in to a joke. The clown is used to loss. Loss is his prologue.

A spoken language is a body, a living creature, whose physiognomy is verbal and whose visceral functions are linguistic. And this creature's home is the inarticulate as well as the articulate.

The best gift that we could give to our great nation is to prepare our younger generations to be fit enough to positively take our country to greater heights.

Curiosity is a terrible thing, he was thinking. How is it possible to stop oneself from needing to know?

As ever, Morpurgo's warmth and humanity suffuse a story of courage, love and hope.

Faith can move mountains; true: mountains of stupidity.

I don't need more pain in my life. Why did I invite it in? Do I have to feel pain to believe I feel anything at all?

It is so much easier to grieve for the dead than to care for the living. At least in death we are all perfect.

Of course we all know that's not how life works. The novel that is our life can end at any time. Sometimes even on page one.

The idea that I get to travel and do what I love and call it a job is just a blessing.

Some of the most fun people I know are scientists.

A rich dress adds but little to the beauty of a person. It may possibly create a deference, but that is rather an enemy to love.