In India a farmhand was caught in the act with his cow. He said he had bad eyesight and thought it was his wife.

I thought I'd begin by reading a sonnet by Shakespeare, but then I thought, why should I? He never reads any of mine.

I thought I'd begin by reading a poem by Shakespeare, but then I thought, why should I? He never reads any of mine.

My father being a soldier, every time I saw soldiers marching - 'Well,' I thought, 'my father's that,' and these soldiers were always looking magnificent. And I thought they were powerful; they were all-powerful. I knew that they were an elite in India.

One important thing I recall about India was that it was quiet. It was never noisy in the way that life was noisy in London.

We come across thirty or so hurried graves with makeshift wooden markers. 'Private Edwards, E.', a number, and that was all. Fourteen days ago he was alive, thinking feeling, hoping... If war was a game of cards, I'd say someone was cheating.