Some of us just don't want to be famous ... anonymity cannot be bought for any price, once you have lost it.

I experienced that sinking feeling you get when you know you have conned yourself into doing something difficult and there's no going back.

I believe that the subconscious always knows what is best. It is our conditional, vastly overrated rational mind which screws everything up.

I believe when you’re stuck in one spot for too long it’s best to throw a grenade where you stand, and jump…and pray.

That odd idea that one person can go to a foreign part and in this rather odd voice describe it to the folks back home doesn't make much sense in the post-colonial world.

There are some moments in life that are like pivots around which your existence turns—small intuitive flashes, when you know you have done something correct for a change, when you think you are on the right track. I watched a pale dawn streak the cliffs with Day-glo and realized this was one of them. It was a moment of pure, uncomplicated confidence—and lasted about ten seconds.

To be free one needs constant and unrelenting vigilance over one's weaknesses. A vigilance which requires a moral energy most of us are incapable of manufacturing. We relax back into the moulds of habit. They are secure, they bind us and keep us contained at the expense of freedom. To break the moulds, to be heedless of the seductions of security is an impossible struggle, but one of the few that count. To be free is to learn, to test yourself constantly, to gamble.