Actually, I think it’s the opposite. We know each other so well there isn’t anything left to say. Sometimes it’s nice just sitting here with you all, thinking. It’s only best friends who can be comfortable with silence, wouldn’t you say?

Once you surrender to hope, it’s a long road back to reason.

If you don’t have the ambition to be the very best at what you do, then what’s the point? If you aim for greatness but keep missing – fine. At least you had the guts to aim. There’s honour in failing that way. But there’s nothing honourable about settling for mediocrity.

Doggedness in art is no substitute for inspiration.

Sometimes, you can hold a grudge for so long you forget why you were holding onto it. And before you know it, half a lifetime has gone by and all you’ve got is a empty fist and a lot of regret.

If you don't have the ambition to be the very best at what you do, then what's the point? If you aim for greatness but keep missing -- fine. At least you had the guts to aim. There's honour in failing that way. But there's nothing honourable about settling for mediocrity.

Genius does not have time to stand admiring its reflection; it has too much work to get finished.

Oscar was raised to believe that if he stayed in his room reading about made up worlds it meant he didn't appreciate the life he had, the possessions his parents had worked hard for, like the TV and the video and the newly turfed back garden.

If you construct a room in paint, you haunt it. Your life rests in every stroke. So paint only the rooms that you can bear to occupy forever. Or paint the stars instead.

Actually, I think it's the opposite. We know each other so well there isn't anything left to say. Sometimes it's nice just sitting here with you all, thinking. It's only best friends who can be comfortable with silence, wouldn't you say?