In a world where you are constantly asked to be 'committed,' it is liberating to give yourself the license to be a dilettante. Commit to nothing. Try everything.

Part of this individualism is you feel this pressure that you alone have to conquer the world, and if you don't work all the hours God gives then you start feeling really guilty. If you can stop feeling guilty, then I think it's easier to start doing what you want to do.

The art of living is the art of bringing dreams and reality together.

Faffing of course does not fit the programme. We are supposed to be busy, productive citizens.

When the day comes, I remember how much I loathe flying. I seethe at the humiliation of airport security checks.

Life has been reduced to a series of long periods of boredom in the office punctuated by high-octane "experiences" which you can rack up on your list of things to do before you die. That's not really living: that is slavery with the occasional circus thrown in.

When walking you see things that you miss in a motor car or on the train. You give your mind space to ponder.