To pretend you don't feel a certain strangeness after living in England for 40 years is a fallacy.

I don't know much about my family history except that my father had straight black hair and his ancestors probably came from India.

I love living in London.

Poetry says the things that I can't say. I read a lot, but I never write it.

I believe that one can aspire to as much as one wants to.

I can't think of any sentiment which is finer than being in a position to give people something they like. I love giving, I am rather embarrassed at receiving.

How can you interview somebody about something fairly technical if you start on the wrong foot by not even knowing his name?