I always dreamt that I would marry in the Piazza Del Campo in Siena and go on my honeymoon down the Amazon, up the Nile, on a gallop through the pyramids, to Nepal and Kerala, on a safari and finally to Lake Titicaca in Peru.
The first thing I did when I sold my book was buy a new wedding ring for my wife and asked her to marry me all over again.
The moment I was introduced to my wife, Emma, at a party I thought, here she is - and 20 minutes later I told her she ought to marry me. She thought I was as mad as a rat. She wouldn't even give me her telephone number - and she wrote in her diary: 'A funny little man asked me to marry him.'
My most brilliant achievement was my ability to be able to persuade my wife to marry me.
The girl I find who wants to talk about quantum theory in a bar is the one I want to marry.