When you REACH the END of your ROPE, tie a knot in it and HANG on.

At the END of the DAY, it's all about MONEY.

Only the DEAD have SEEN the END of the WAR.

If I didn't forgive the people who took me into the barracks and beat me unconscious over a period of days during the period when the British state was indicted for INHUMAN and degrading treatment in 1971-72, or even the guys who shot me, if you don't forgive them, you END up with UNNECESSARY baggage.

Robots will harvest, cook, and SERVE our food. They will WORK in our factories, drive our cars, and walk our DOGS. LIKE it or not, the age of work is coming to an END.

At the end of the day, if you FEEL LIKE you're a good person, and your intentions are good, then that's all that matters.

At the END of the day, I'm an artist. I may make WORK and decide to do something political, but it will COME out of an artist's position. It won't come out of SOCIETY telling me I have to. If I do, it's because I choose, as an artist, to do it.

At the end of the day, we all WANT to WIN, so EVERYBODY has to SACRIFICE when you want to be a part of something special.

Where WOULD you be without friends? The people to pick you up when you need lifting? We come from homes far from perfect, so you END up ALMOST PARENT and SIBLING to your friends - your own chosen family. There's nothing like a really loyal, dependable, good friend. Nothing.

At the end of the DAY, the GOALS are SIMPLE: SAFETY and security.

Not one of US can REST, be happy, be at home, be at peace with ourselves, until we end HATRED and division.

When I was five, I HEARD the END of Beethoven's 'Ninth SYMPHONY' with my mother, and I got GOOSEBUMPS all over my BODY.

At the end of all this, Russia HELD in her HANDS a vast BELT of land running from the Baltic sea in the north to the Black Sea in the south, comprising eleven nations with a POPULATION of 100 million PEOPLE.