At school there was an annual school disco and I'd be standing in my bedroom wondering what to wear for hours on end. Eventually I'd arrive at a decision that was just the most ridiculous costume you could have ever devised - I think it was probably knitted Christmas jumpers on top of buttoned-up white shirts.

Every Christmas now for years I have found myself wondering about the point of the celebration. As the holiday has become more ecumenical and secular it has lost much of the magic that I remember so fondly from childhood.

First of all I've been having a wonderful run of luck with cover albums songs I didn't write. I had five pop cover albums and two Christmas albums and they were all very successful.

It can't be overstated how wonderful it is not to have to audition any more. Any actor will tell you it's like Christmas.

At Christmas 'It's a Wonderful Life' makes me cry in exactly the same places every time even though I know it's coming.

You can't get there by bus only by hard work and risk and by not quite knowing what you're doing. What you'll discover will be wonderful. What you'll discover will be yourself.

Be aware of wonder. Live a balanced life - learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some.

Hairdressers are a wonderful breed. You work one-on-one with another human being and the object is to make them feel so much better and to look at themselves with a twinkle in their eye.

I like the challenge of trying different things and wondering whether it's going to work or whether I'm going to fall flat on my face.

Despite the encouraging and wonderful gains and the changes for women which have occurred in my lifetime there is still room to advance and to promote correction of the remaining deficiencies and imbalances.

It's always wonderful to get to know women with the mystery and the joy and the depth. If you can make a woman laugh you're seeing the most beautiful thing on God's Earth.

It has been very erotic and provocative for people to wonder about my feelings for women.

The simplest of women are wonderful liars who can extricate themselves from the most difficult dilemmas with a skill bordering on genius.

I do interviews because it's a chance to be myself. I sometimes wonder what I could have to say that would be of any interest. I don't have any great wisdom.

Wisdom begins in wonder.

All weddings except those with shotguns in evidence are wonderful.

There's something brave and touching about game girls of all ages keeping themselves smart in hard times - one thinks of those wonderful women during World War II drawing stocking seams in eyebrow pencil up the back of legs stained with gravy browning because nylons were so hard to get hold of.

We used to wonder where war lived what it was that made it so vile. And now we realize that we know where it lives... inside ourselves.

It seems like such a terrible shame that innocent civilians have to get hurt in wars otherwise combat would be such a wonderfully healthy way to rid the human race of unneeded trash.

People talk about 'getting rid of the old image' and I guess there's some merit in that. But the truth is that people loved 'The Wonder Years' - I can't turn my back on it.

I want to go to bed richer than when I woke up. The pursuit of wealth is a wonderful thing but the thing is you have to be honest about it you have to tell the truth.

There is something wonderful in seeing a wrong-headed majority assailed by truth.

A fact never went into partnership with a miracle. Truth scorns the assistance of wonders. A fact will fit every other fact in the universe and that is how you can tell whether it is or is not a fact. A lie will not fit anything except another lie.

It's no wonder that truth is stranger than fiction. Fiction has to make sense.