I spend many months in apparently listless rumination out of which I hope something will emerge.

I don't feel my son should pay the price for what I do.

If you have a certain wildness of spirit, a cabinet maker's workshop is not the place to express it.

I still relate to my father very much. I mean, I talk to him in a certain way, as we do talk to the dead.

My preference is that, that day when someone sticks a tripod in front of you with a camera on the top, it is not day one.

I have always been intrigued by these lives I have never experienced.

When I do work, I feel the same sort of urgency as I ever did. If I didn't feel that, I don't think I would wish to be doing it. I wouldn't really see the point.