To live as an artist requires hard work or some extraordinary good fortune to come your way.

We keep a journal to entrap that collection of selves that forms us, the individual human being.

It's true: lives do drift apart for no obvious reason. We're all busy people,we can't spend our time simply trying to stay in touch. The test of a friendship is if it can weather these inevitable gaps.

I don't think they'll ever make a retro Bond.

I tend to admire dead people more than the living. All too often, human reality diminishes the glowing reputation.

We never love anyone. Not really. We only love our idea of another person. It is some conception of our own that we love. We love ourselves, in fact.

In the broad spectrum of the arts, two worlds rarely overlap - the literary world and the world of rock music.