“I am what I am because early in life I decided that I would please at least myself in all things.”

My soul, be satisfied with flowers, with fruit, with weeds even; but gather them in the one garden you may call your own.

A kiss is a rosy dot placed on the “i” in loving.

A pessimist is a man who tells the truth prematurely.

A great nose may be an index Of a great soul.

All our souls are written in our eyes.

And if kisses in these words could travel too, Madam, you’d read this letter with your lips.

A pessimist is a man who tells the truth prematurely.

The dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream?

You must believe me when I believe, and not when I doubt.

My soul, be satisfied with flowers, with fruit, with weeds even; but gather them in the one garden you may call your own.

A large nose is in fact the sign of an affable man, good, courteous, witty, liberal, courageous, such as I am.

It is at night that faith in light is admirable.

My heart always timidly hides itself behind my mind. I set out to bring down stars from the sky, then, for fear of ridicule, I stop and pick little flowers of eloquence.

To joke in the face of danger is the supreme politeness, a delicate refusal to cast oneself as a tragic hero.

To offend is my pleasure; I love to be hated.

It is at night that faith in light is admirable.

From the early days of the telegraph, to be a telegrapher was a job, and there weren’t many of those folks.

Bowie’s been a huge influence on me. I remember early on, my dad pulling out the ‘Diamond Dogs’ album, and the cover alone just grabbed my attention. I think I was probably around 12.

From an early age I didn’t buy into the value systems of working hard in a nine-to-five job.

People really need to show up early to hear Hollis Brown. They are just an unbelievable live band.

I am quite an early riser – I usually get up between 5.30 and 6am and take the dogs out.

In my early 20s I was so miserable doing construction, I wanted something that paid money. I liked nice stuff.

We come unbidden into this life, and if we are lucky we find a purpose beyond starvation, misery, and early death which, lest we forget, is the common lot.

We come unbidden into this life, and if we are lucky we find a purpose beyond starvation, misery, and early death which, lest we forget, is the common lot.