Humility was a cult in my family. I only got it out of my father by accident when he was very old that he had won an Olympic gold medal.

To tell you the truth, the older I get, the less I know. I keep meeting people, both older and younger, who seem to have accrued so much more knowledge or expertise or certainty about who they are and the jobs they do. I just marvel at it.

I do actually like Los Angeles. Partly because I was told I wouldn't.

Piano was - well, all musical instruments were taught in this very rigid, formal, classical method when I was young.

I am a coffee fanatic. Once you go to proper coffee, you can't go back. You cannot go back.

[...] and as I walked, I tried to see the funny side. It wasn't easy, and I'm still not sure that I managed it properly, but it's just something I like to do when things aren't going well. Because what does it mean, to say that things aren't going well? Compared to what? You can say: compared to how things were going a couple of hours ago, or a couple of years ago. But that's not the point. If two cars are speeding towards a brick wall with no brakes, and one car hits the wall moments before the other, you can't spend those moments saying that the second car is much better off than the first.

Driving a motorcycle is like flying. All your senses are alive.