Is that a good definition of marking the ageing watershed? That moment when you realize - quite rationally, quite unemotionally - that the world in the not-so-distant future will not contain you: that the trees you planted will continue growing but you will not be there to see them.

Sometimes limbo is a tolerable place to be stuck.

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

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

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

Film is a medium of clear lines and broad strikes - which can be fantastic - but compared to the subtleties and nuances of a novel, it doesn't even get close.

It's amazing how sudden the effect is - it must be the result of a deep atavistic mating urge buried inside us. A glance and you think: 'Yes, this is the one, this one is right for me.' Every instinct in your body seems to sing in unison.