It's a source of great sadness to me that my father died without having seen me do anything worthwhile. He was constantly having to make excuses for me.

You've just provided me with the makings of one hell of a weekend in Dublin.

I have a competition in me. I want no one else to succeed. I hate most people.

I've been very lucky.

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

I'm not really a storyteller myself - I tend to get all tangled up when I try and tell stories.

If you remain unsettled by a piece of writing, it means you are not watching the story from the outside; you've already taken a step toward it.