No, friends were like clothes: fine while they lasted but eventually they wore thin or you grew out of them.

Do you miss her?' 'Who? Emma? Of course. Every day. She was my best friend.

Be nice wont you?" "I am nice, I'm always nice." "But not too nice. I mean don't make a religion out of it, niceness.

To have had fame, even very minor fame, and to have lost it, got older and maybe put on a little weight is a kind of living death.

I worry sometimes that I'm a bit moralistic; always writing about men who are learning to grow up, not be so self-absorbed, selfish or badly behaved. I wonder if that's dull and liberal and wimpy? I should probably write something that celebrates wickedness.

An adaptation leads the cinema-goer to the original to find out what they're missing and if they already know the book, it can still illuminate a theme, a character, an idea.

You've got to stop letting women slip drugs into your mouth, Dex, it's unhygienic. And dangerous. One day it'll be a cyanide capsule.