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.

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

My novels are often about people who are in love or attracted to each other.

There is a disconnect between the film Bond and the literary Bond which is their contemporaneity. I don't suffer from that.

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

Do we change every time we have a new encounter? Are we endlessly mutable? I think these are fascinating questions: it's a rich vein to tap, and I don't think I have exhausted it fully yet.

In some ways, you could argue, television is doing far more interesting work than the movies. It's more fulfilling.