She's half mad and three parts drunk.

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.

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.

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

I know many older writers who were very successful and whose books are now out of print, so you have to go to antiquarian booksellers to buy their fifth or eighth novel or whatever it is.

I have this lock of hair that keeps falling across my forehead. It drives me mad.

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