My main memories of my father are of his illness.

I'm not actually a big musical fan.

In all fields of creativity you see the result of work that has become habit. Where the creative impulse has become flaccid or has died out altogether, and yet because it is our work and our life we continue to do it.

I like to cook things very slowly.

There must've been some part of me that wanted to make my mark. But there was never a defining moment.

I suppose that anyone who does any kind of creative work some time in their life - especially as you grow into middle age! - you come to a time where you really question more and more frequently, whether you have anything else to offer. And at its worst, you feel utterly bereft of whatever creative force it takes to do that work.

I find it difficult to be in rooms now for long periods of time. I can usually take it for about an hour. Then I stride out.