Every war has turning points and every person too.

I, a late riser, fantasise about getting up every morning at 5 A.M. to fetch the horses in from the fields.

Life is absolutely horrific, leading up to absolute horror.

When you read a book, the neurons in your brain fire overtime, deciding what the characters are wearing, how they're standing, and what it feels like the first time they kiss. No one shows you. The words make suggestions. Your brain paints the pictures.

I'd like to think life has improved since 1850, despite the long hours we all seem to spend slaving over hot computers, but the psychological journeys remain the same - the search for love, identity, a meaningful place in the world.

It's a strange sensation to live inside another person's life, to wonder all the time what he is doing, or thinking or feeling.

Ask any comedian, tennis player, chef. Timing is everything.