I wouldn't want to try to adapt something of my own. It would be like going back to school and doing all my exams again.

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

You say you’re sure? Sure that you’re in love? How can you know it? You think love is so simple?

The English landscape at its finest - such as I saw this morning - possesses a quality that the landscapes of other nations, however more superficially dramatic, inevitably fail to possess. It is, I believe, a quality that will mark out the English landscape to any objective observer as the most deeply satisfying in the world, and this quality is probably best summed up by the term 'greatness.'

Love isn't about when you first meet. It's about the many, many years you spend together, when you're trying to keep that flame burning.

So why not become a mongrel? It's healthy

There are things I am more interested in than the clone thing. How are they trying to find their place in the world and make sense of their lives? To what extent can they transcend their fate? As time starts to run out, what are the things that really matter?