The law doesn't create a right.

All the big powers they've silenced me. So much for free speech and choice on this fundamental human right.

When history looks back, it will prove what I'll die knowing.

Look at the forces against me. They don't want me out. They're afraid I'll cause trouble if I get out.

So here is one of my theories on happiness: we cannot know if we have lived a truly happy life until the very end. This view of life and death was reinforced by my close witnessing of the buildup to the death of Philip Gould. Philip was without doubt my closest friend in politics. When he died, I felt like I had lost a limb.

Sexuality itself means mortality - equally for both man and woman.

Predictability is the cousin of death: I don't necessarily want people to see me coming. You know?

Grief is a room without doors - but somehow, with its tinsel and cliches, Christmas finds a way in.