I don't go to premieres, unless I'm contractually bound to.

Hacking into a victim of crime's phone is a sort of poetically elegant manifestation of a modus operandi the tabloids have.

Actually the best thing I did was to get thrown out by my wife. She's living with a fitness instructor. He drinks that yellow stuff in tins. He's an idiot.

What terrifies me is that I might somehow endorse that view so people think they don't have to read books anymore.

Convoy? Michael, you're hanging around with a man who uses a collective term for a single vehicle.

Sadly, I can't say the same for my Father, who is probably in a different place - Hell.

When you see a crowd of people jumping up and down at a pop concert, all gloriously in the moment, I don't think you'll ever see a comedian there. They'll all be standing at the sides, looking at how it all fits together.