People Always Want To Knock You When

I Think I'm A Very Good Driver. Apparently, The Cause Of Road Rage - As With Most Anger - Is Some Kind Of Superiority Complex, Which, God Knows, Cars Foster.

There's Another Weight Of Us Being In The Public Eye, Which Is This Presumption That, Because Your Work And Your Promotion Work Is Very Public, Your Private Life Should Be, Too.

I Can Feel Infinitely Alive Curled Up On The Sofa Reading A Book.

The First Time We Did Cavalry Charge I Was So Breathless With Excitement I Nearly Fell Off The Horse. I Actually Saw Stars In Front Of My Eyes And Thought I Was Going To Faint. The Second Time I Had A Bit More Control But Was Still Giddy With Excitement. And The Third Time I Was An Emotional Wreck. I Had To Really Try Hard Not To Cry.

I Don't Call Myself An Expert Because I've Played Experts. I Know A Little Bit About Very Little. But It's Very Hard To Not Be Drawn Into Saying Something, Especially If It Has To Do With The Work.