Those no-sooner-have-I-touched-the-pillow people are past my comprehension. There is something bovine about them.

Be yourself is about the worst advice you can give to some people.

I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning.

If you are a genius, you'll make your own rules, but if not - and the odds are against it - go to your desk no matter what your mood, face the icy challenge of the paper - write.

We must beware the revenge of the starved senses, the embittered animal in its prison.

Our dourest parsons, who followed the nonconformist fashion of long extemporary prayers, always seemed to me to be bent on bullying God.