That last winter was a tragic story and I got no personal honour out of it but I was a witness to it.

I would have preferred someone else to have been in charge of rescuing this story, but once again life has taught me that my role is to be a witness, not the leading actor.

Alan Turing is such an amazing, tragic story.

I didn't know the books and certainly didn't know the tragic origin story of Mary Poppins in 1906 Australia.

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.

Living hell is defined as still being around to witness the results of all of my personal failures.