I spent ages figuring out things like viewpoint, how you tell the story, and so on.

I discovered that my imagination came alive when I moved away from the immediate world around me.

What do you think dignity's all about?' The directness of the inquiry did, I admit, take me rather by surprise. 'It's rather a hard thing to explain in a few words, sir,' I said. 'But I suspect it comes down to not removing one's clothing in public.

If you are under the impression you have already perfected yourself, you will never rise to the heights you are no doubt capable of.

I can't even say I made my own mistakes. Really - one has to ask oneself - what dignity is there in that?

Memory, I realize, can be an unreliable thing; often it is heavily coloured by the circumstances in which one remembers.

What interests me is the surprising enormous extent to which most people accept the fate that's been given to them, and find some dignity.