I should have known something was wrong with my first wife. When I brought her home to meet my parents, they approved of her.

In the shower, with the hot water coming down, you've left the real world behind, and very frequently things open up for you. It's the change of venue, the unblocking the attempt to force the ideas that's crippling you when you're trying to write.

I loathed every day and regret every moment I spent in a school.

Until you've been kissed on a rainy Parisian afternoon - you've never been kissed.

I wish I could think of a positive point to leave you with. Will you take two negative points?

I've inherited the worst of each parent. I have my father's hypochondria and lack of concentration. I have his amorality. I have everything bad that he had. Then I have my mother's surly, pill-like, complaining, whining attitude.

All over the world, relationships between men and women are very, very tricky and very difficult and you don't learn anything. It's not an exact science, so you can't learn anything. You're always going by instinct and your instinct betrays you because you want what you want when you want it.