I read 'Crime and Punishment' years ago and don't recall the details of it, but I do retain a strong sense of the creeping paranoia and panic.

If you want to be happy for a short time, get drunk happy for a long time, fall in love; happy forever, take up gardening.

If you want to write something of length, however modern and radical, you must live the life of an elderly gentleman of the 1950s.

The real change that paintings undergo is in the perceptions of the viewer.

Global warming, the ongoing destruction of the planet, Third World debt, the uselessness of the railways, the takeover by the corporations, the scary George Bush person: all these things are important and should be animating me into outrage. Yet somehow they do not.

I am 54 and age is slowly writing itself on my face.

The moon puts on an elegant show, different every time in shape, colour and nuance.