To see the best before I have properly begun would be somewhat premature.

I think jogging is bad for your health. All that pressure on the knees and back cannot be good for you.

I grew up in Britain before it became a multicultural place, so in many ways I have a nostalgia for an England that's vanished - the England of my childhood has actually disappeared.

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?

I like novelists who can create other interesting worlds.

And if these incidents now seem full of significance and all of a piece, it's probably because I'm looking at them in the light of what came later.

There was surely nothing to indicate at the time that such evidently small incidents would render whole dreams forever irredeemable.