“Of course, it’s the same old story. Truth usually is the same old story.”

It used to be about trying to do something. Now it’s about trying to be someone.

A week is a long time in politics.

Socialists are happy until they run out of other people’s money.

It pays to know the enemy – not least because at some time you may have the opportunity to turn him into a friend.

Being powerful is like being a lady. If you have to tell people you are, you aren’t.

It’s a funny old world.

I usually make up my mind about a man in ten seconds, and I very rarely change it.

Being Prime Minister is a lonely job. In a sense, it ought to be: you cannot lead from the crowd.

Freedom will destroy itself if it is not exercised within some sort of moral framework, somebody of shared beliefs, some spiritual heritage transmitted through the Church, the family, and the school.

I wasn’t lucky, I deserved it.

Don’t follow the crowd, let the crowd follow you.

If you can’t afford it, you can’t have it.

The facts of life are conservative.

I am extraordinarily patient, provided I get my own way in the end.

If you just set out to be liked, you will be prepared to compromise on anything at any time and would achieve nothing.

If you set out to be liked, you will accomplish nothing.

If you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop your story.

I have a great story to tell and I tell it well. No holds barred.

I really wanted to write a book [99: Stories of the Game] on the tradition and history of the league, where kids can pick it up and read it and learn things and say, “Geez, I didn’t know that. That’s pretty cool.”

Everyone has a story, and sometimes our egos choose to ignore that. Don’t take everything personally—it is usually not about you.

No one knows the things you have endured like you. Your flaws tell your story there is no need to hide them.

As far as I know, he never asked where she had been or why she had left and she never told. I guess some stories do not need telling.

Don’t throw out buzz words without really knowing what is going on behind it.

Her eyes spoke a thousand stories that her heart refused to Share with the world.