I love British cursing - the cadence of it, the joy in the sound of the words, and the vulgarity of it.

The noise was like, well, it was like a thousand vampire cats clawing on Plexiglas—it made their teeth hurt.

He loved constantly, instantly, spontaneously, without thought or words. That's what he taught me. Love is not something you think about, it is a state in which you dwell. That was his gift.

Money is a strange thing. It ranks with love as our greatest source of joy, and with death as our greatest source of anxiety.

I love my children beyond all reason. They're my joy, even when they're wild with kid energy.

I love London, I love the British people.