We took away your art because we thought it would reveal your souls. Or to put it more finely, we did it to prove you had souls at all.

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

I realised, of course, that other people used these roads; but that night, it seemed to me these dark byways of the country existed just for the likes of us, while the big glittering motorways with their huge signs and super cafes were for everyone else.

I really have to think of the things fiction can do that film can't and play to the strengths of the novel. With a novel you can get right inside somebody's head.

It was like there was some parallel universe we all vanished off to where we had all this sex.

I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it's just too much. The current's too strong. They've got to let go, drift apart. That's how it is with us. It's a shame, Kath, because we've loved each other all our lives. But in the end, we can't stay together forever.

Don’t you wonder sometimes, what might have happened if you tried?