It seems we are capable of immense love and loyalty, and as capable of deceit and atrocity. It's probably this shocking ambivalence that makes us unique.

When you commit a serious doping offence you are not eligible for lottery funding.

I don't see myself as experimenting in any conscious way, it's perhaps that certain books require different densities of language.

You look out on the driving range and it looks like snow, but it isn't, it's covered in golf balls.

These days - with the decline of the traditional churches - I'm concerned about where we obtain some form of moral direction.

We've invested millions of dollars in tourism. Now they're trying to industrialize and pollute the ocean. It doesn't make any sense to me at all.

My work is known by too few people for me to be remembered as a writer - that is, beyond those dedicated souls (bless them) who have followed the oeuvre through its various stages. To be realistic, when they and the last of my friends have died, I doubt I shall be remembered at all.