You begin to feel the weight of all those spent, packed-away lives pressing in on you.

He had very good taste. He always said he'd never done anything in his life, but this house is his memorial.

It was very eccentric to be living here in the only private house at the time.

Edward Sells, not being stupid, saw the writing on the wall.

I shed a tear today. Silenty, I felt it fall. You caught it, shared it, held it, felt it, then suddenly it wasn't so big after all.

I am sure that when I get to my first game there will be a few nerves about how the shoulder will hang up, but I only know one way, and that will be forward into as many people as possible,